Shal. I am Robert Shallow, Sir, a poor Efquire of this Country, one of the King's Juftices of the peace. What is your good pleafure with me? Bard. My captain, Sir, commends him to you, my captain Sir John Falstaff; a tall gentleman, by heav'n! and a moft gallant leader, Shal. He greets me well, Sir, I knew him a good back-fword man. How doth the good Knight? may I afk, how my lady his wife doth? Bard. Sir, pardon, a foldier is better accommodated than with a wife. modo; 2 Shal. It is well faid, Sir; and it is well fáid indeed too, better accommodated it is good, yea, indeed, is it; good phrafes, furely, are, and ever were, very commendable. Accommodated-it comes of accomvery good, a good phrafe.ẨN Bard. Pardon me, Sir, I have heard the word. Phrafe, call you it? By this day, I know not the phrafe, but I will maintain the word with my fword, to be a foldier-like word, and a word of exceeding good command. Accommodated, that is, when a man is, as they fay, accommodated; or, when a man is, being whereby he may be thought to be accommo dated, which is an excellent thing. 2 very good, a good phrafe ] Accommodate was a modifh term of that time, as Ben Johnson in forms us: You are not to caft or wring for the perfuming terms of the time, as accommodation, com plement, fpirit, &c, but use them properly in their places as others. Discoveries. Hence Bardolph calls it a word of exceeding good command. His definition of it is admirable, and highly fatirical: nothing being more common than for inaccurate speakers or writers, when they fhould define, to put their hearers off with a fynonymous term; or, for want of that, even with the fame term differently accommodated; as in the inftance before us. WARBURT. SCENE ༢ )ད ་༡༩ SCENE Enter Falstaff. V. Shal. It is very juft.-Look, here comes good Sir John. Give me your good hand: give me your Worhip's good hand. Truft me, you look well, and bear your years very well. Welcome, good Sir John. Fal. I am glad to fee you well, good master Robert Shallow.-Mafter Sure-card, as I think, Shal. No, Sir John, it is my cousin Silence; in Commiflion with me. Fal. Good mafter Silence, it well befits, you should be of the peace. Sil. Your good Worship is welcome. [Embraces him. Fal. Fie, this is hot weather-Gentlemen; have you provided me here half a dozen of fufficient men? Shal. Marry, have we, Sir. Will you fit? Fal. Let me fee them, I befeech you. Shal. Where's the roll? where's the roll? where's the roll? Let me fee, let me fee, let me fee. So, fo, fo, fo. Yea, marry, Sir.. Ralph Mould let them appear as I call. Let them do fo, let them do fo. Let me fee, where is Mouldy? Moul. Here, if it please you. Shal. What think you, Sir John? a good-limb'd fellow young, ftrong, and of good friends. od sed, 30 Fal. Is thy name Mouldy? Moul. Yea, if it pleafe you.. Fal, 'Tis the more time thou wert us'd. Shal. Ha, ha, ha, most excellent, i'faith. that are mouldy, lack ufe. Very fingular good. faid, Sir John, very well faid. Fal. Prick him. to an Things, Well Moul. I was prickt well enough before, if you could have let me alone. My old dame will be undone now for one to do her husbandry, and her drudgery; you U 4 need need not to have prickt me, there are other men fitter „LCI, ND 97801 18077 VA to go out than I. Fal. Go to: peace, Mouldy, you fhall go. go. Mouldy, it is time you were fpentag 1 lida Moul. Spent? food tood VEM DOY Shal. Peace, fellow, peace. Stand afide. Know you where you are? For the other, Sir John. Lét me fee-Simon Shadow. ນ Fal. Ay, marry, let me have him to fit under: he's like to be a cold foldier. Shal. Where's Shadow ??OW MA Fal. Shader, whofe fon art thou op 11 Fal. Thy mother's fon! like enough; and thy father's fhadow; fo the fon of the female is the fhadow of the male; it is often fö, indeed, but not of the father's fubftance. Shel. Do you like him, Sir John? Fal Shadow will ferve for fummer; prick him; for we have a number of fhadows do fill up the musterbook 3. Shal. Thomas Wart. Fal. Where's he? Wart. Here, Sir. Fal. Is thy name Wart? Wart. Yea, Sir. Fal. Thou art a very ragged wart. Shal. Shall I prick him down, Sir John? Fal. It were fuperfluous; for his apparel is built upon his back, and the whole frame ftands upon pins; prick him no more. Shal. Ha, ha, ha.-You can do it, Sir; you can do it: I commend you well. Francis Feeble. " Feeble. Here, Sir. Fal. What trade art thou, Feeble? Shal. Shall I prick him, Sir? Fal. You may: but if he had been a man's tailor, he would have prick'd you. Wilt thou make as many holes in an enemy's battel, as thou haft done in a woman's petticoat? Feeble. I will do my good will, Sir; you can have no more. Fal. Well faid, good woman's tailor; well faid, courageous Feeble. Thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful Dove, or moft magnanimous moufe. Prick the woman's tailor well, mafter Shallow, deep, mafter Shallow.re Feeble. I would, Wart might have gone, Sir. Fal. I would, thou wert a man's tailor, that thot might'ft mend him, and make him fit to go. I can not put him to be a private foldier, that is the leader of fo many thousands. Let that fuifice, most forcible Feeble. Feeble. It fhall fuffice. Fal. I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble. Who is the next? Shal. Peter Bull-calf of the Green. Fal. Yea, marry, let us fee Bull-calf. Bul. Here, Sir. Fal. Trust me, a likely fellow, Come, prick me Bull-calf, till he roar again. Bul. Oh, good my lord captain, Fal. What, doft thou roar before th'art prickt? Bul. Oh, Sir, I am a difeafed man. Fal What difeafe haft thou? Bul. A whorfon Cold, Sir; a cough, Sir, which I caught with ringing in the King's affairs, upon his Coronation-day, Sir. Fal. Come, thou fhalt go to the wars in a gown: we we will have away thy Cold, and I will take fuch order that thy friends fhall ring for thee. Is here all Par Shal. There is two more called than your number, you must have but four here, Sir; and fo, I pray you, go in with me to dinner. 1o ob I 22 Jinq mwo qu Fal. Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot tarry dinner. I am glad to fee you, in good troth, mafter Shallow. of ring awɑ ɔnty Shal. O, Sir John, do you remember fince we lay all night in the wind-mill in Saint George's fields? Fal. No more of that, good mafter Shallow, no more of that, Shal. Ha! it was a merry night. And is Jane Night-work alive? Fal. She lives, mafter Shallow. Shal, She never could away with me. Fal. Never, never. She would always fay, fhe could not abide mafter Shallow... Shal. By the mafs, I could anger her to the heart. She was then a 4Bonarraba. Doth the hold her own well? Fal. Old, old, mafter Shallow.. Shal. Nay, he must be old, fhe cannot chufe but be old; certain, fhe's old, and had Robin Nightwork by old Night-work, before I came to Clement's Inn. Sil. That's fifty-five years ago. Shal. Ha, coufin Silence, that thou hadft feen That, that this knight and I have feen! hah, Sir John, faid I well? Fal. We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow. MARIA AM Shal. That we have, that we have, in faith, Sir John, we have. Our watch-word was, hem, boys. Come, let's to dinner. Oh, the days that we have feen!come, |