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let alone :

: my old dame will be undone now for one to do her husbandry, and her drudgery; you. need not to have prickt me, there are other men fitter to go out than I.

Fal. Go to: peace, Mouldy, you shall go. Mouldy, it is time you were spent.

Moul. Spent?

Shal. Peace, fellow, peace: stand alde: know you where you are ? for the other, Sir John. Let me see: Simon Shadow.

Fal. Ay, marry, let me have him to fit under : he's like to be a cold soldier.

Shal. Where's Shadow ?
Shad. Here, Sir.
Fal. Shadow, whose fon art thou ?
Shad. My mother's son, Sir.

Fal. Thy mother's son! like enough; and thy father's shadow: fo the son of the female is the shadow of the male: it is often so, indeed, but not of the father's substance.

Shal. Do you like him, Sir John ?

Fal. Shadow will serve for summer; prick him; for we have a number of shadows do fill up the muster-book.

Shal. Thomas Wart.
Fal. Where's he?
Vart. 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 superfluous; for his apparel is built upon his back, and the whole frame flands 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.

Fieble. Here, Sir.
Fal. What trade art thou, Feeble ?


Feeble. A woman's tailor, Sir.
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 hast done in a woman's petticoat?

Feeble. I will do my good will, Sir; you can have

no more.

Fal. Well said, good woman's tailor; well said, courageous Feeble : thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful Dove, or most magnanimous mouse. Prick the woman's tailor well, master Shallow, deep, master Shallow.

Feeble. I would, Wart might have gone, Sir.

Fal. I would, thou wert a man's tailor, that thou might'st mend him, and make him fit to go. I cannot put him to be a private soldier, that is the leader of so many thousands. Let that suffice, most forcible Feeble.

Feeble. It shall suffice.

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, dost thou roar before th'art prickt?
Bul. Oh, Sir, I am a diseased man.
Fal. What disease haft thou ?

Bul. A whoreson Cold, Sir: a cough, Sir, which I caught with ringing in the King's affairs, upon his Coronation-day, Sir.

Fal. Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown: we will have away thy Cold, and I will take such order that thy friends shall ring for thee. Is here all ? Shal. There is two more called than

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you must have but four here, Sir; and so, I pray you, go in with me to dinner.

Fal. Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot tárry dinner.

I am glad to see you, in good troth, master Sliallow.

Shal. O, Sir John, do you remember since we lay all night in the wind-mill in Saint George's fields ?

Fal. No more of that, good master Shallow, no more of that.

Shal. Ha! it was a merry night. And is Jane Night-work alive?

Fal. She lives, master Shallow.
Shal. She never could away with me.

Fal. Never, never: she would always say, she could not abide master Shallow.

Shal. By the mass, I could anger her to the heart: she was then a Bona-roba. Doth she hold her own well?

Fal. Old, old, master Shallow.

Shal. Nay, she must be old, she cannot chuse but be old; certain, she's old, and had Robin Night-work by old Night-work, before I came to Clement's Inn,

Sil. That's fifty-five years ago.

Shal. Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadft feen That, that this knight and I have seen ! hah, Sir John, said I well ?

Fal. We have heard the chimes at midnight, Mafter Shallow.

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 seen! come, come.

Bul. Good master corporate Bardolph, ftand my friend, and here is four Harry ten shillings in French Crowns for you: in very truth, Sir, I had

, as lief be hang'd, Sir, as go; and yet for my own part, Sir, I do not care, but rather because I am unwilling, and for mine own part, have a desire to stay with my

friends ;

friends; else, Sir, I did not care for mine own part so much.

Bard. Go to ; ftand aside.

Moul. And good master corporal captain, for my old Dame's-sake stand my friend : she hath no body to do any thing about her when I am gone, and she's old and cannot help herself: you shall have forty, Sir.

Bard. Go to ; stand aside.

Feeble. I care not, a man can die but once ; we owe God a death, I will never bear a base mind : if it be, my destiny, so: if it be not, so. No man is too good to serve his Prince; and let it go which way it will, he that dies this

year is quit for the next. Bard. Well said, thou art a good fellow. Feeble. 'Faith, I will bear no base mind. Fal. Come, Sir, which men shall I have ? Shal. Four of which you please.

Bard. Sir, a word with you:--I have three pound to free Mouldy and Bull-calf.

Fal. Go to: well.
Shal. Come, Sir John, which four will you have?
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chuse for me. Shal. Marry then, Mouldy, Bull-calf, Feeble, and Shadow,

Fal. Mouldy, and Bull-calf :--for you, Mou'ly, ftay at home till you are past service: and for your part, Bull-calf, grow till you come unto it: I will none of

you. Shal. Śir John, Sir John, do not yourself wrong, they are your



and I would have you sery'd with the best.

Fal. Will you tell me, master Shallow, how to chuse a man? care I for the limb, the thewes, the stature, bulk and big semblance of a man? give me the spirit, master Shallow. Here's Wart; you see what a ragged appearance it is: he shall charge you and discharge you with the motion of a pewterer's hammer; come off H 6


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and on, swister than he that gibbets on the brewer's
bucket. And this same half-fac'd fellow Shadow, give
me this man, he presents no mark to the enemy; the
fo-man may with as great aim level at the edge of a
pen-knife : and, for a retreat, how swiftly will this
Feeble, the woman's cailor, run off? O give me the
spare men, and spare me the great ones.
caliver into Wart's hand, Bardolph.

Bard. Hold, Wart, traverse ; thus, thus, thus.

Fal. Come, manage me your caliver: so, very well, go to, very good, exceeding good. O, give me always a little, lean, old, chopt, bald shot. Well said, Wart, thou art a good scab: hold, there is a tester for thee.

Shal. He is not his craft-master, he doth not do it right. I remember at Mile-End Green, when I lay at Clement's Inn, I was then Sir Dagonet in Arthur's Show: there was a little quiver fellow, and he would manage you his piece thus; and he would about, and about, and come you in, and come you in : rah, tah, tah, would he say; bounce, would he say, and away again would he go, and again would he come: I shall never see such a fellow.

Fal. These fellow's will do well. Master Shallow, God keep you; farewel, master Silence. I will not use many words with you, fare you well, gentlemen both. I thank you, I must a dozen mile to night. Bardolph, give the soldiers coats.

Shal. Sir John, heaven bless you, and prosper your affairs, and send us peace.

you return, visit

my house. Let our old acquaintance be renewed : peradventure, I will with you to the Court.

Fal. I would you would, master Shallow. Shal. Go to : I have spoke at a word. well.

[Exit. Fal. Fare you well, gentle gentlemen. On, Bardolph, lead the men away. As I return, I will fetch off these Juffices: I do see the bottom of Justice


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