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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.
Shal. Peace, Fellow, Peace: stand aside: 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,
Skal. Where's Shadow ?
Fak Thy Mother's Son! like enough; and thy Father's
Shal. Do you like him, Sir Johns
Fale Shadow will serve for Summer, prick him; for we have a number of Shadows to fill up the Muster-Book.
Shal. Thomas Wart.
Fal. It were superfluous; for his Apparel is built upon his Back, and the whole Frame stands 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.
But if he had been a Man's Tailor he would have prick'd you. Wilt thou make as many Holes in an Enemies 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, couragious Feeble : Thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful Dove, or moft magnanimous Mouse. Prick the Woman's Tailor well, Malter Shallow, deep, Master Shallow. Feeble. I would Wart might have gone,
Sir. Fal. I would thou wert a Man's Tailor, that thou might'it 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 Dext?
Shal. Peter Bulcalf of the Green:
Fal. Trust me, a likely Fellow. Come prické me Bul. calf, 'till he roar again.
Bul. Oh, good my Lord Captain.
Bul. A whorson 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 fuch orn der that thy Friends shall ring for thee is here all ?
Shal. There is two more called than your purgber, you must have but four here, Sir; and foi pray you, go in with me to Dinner.
Fal, Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot tarry Dianer. I am glad to see you, in good troth, Master Shallow.
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, more of that.
Shal. Ha! it was a merry Night. And is Jane Nightwork alive?
Fal. She lives, Malter Shallow.
Fal. Never, never: She would always say she could not abide Muster Shallow.
Shal. I could anger her to the Heart: She was then a Bona roba. Doch se hold her own well?
Fal. Old, old, Master Shllow.
Shal. Nay, she must be old, she cannot chuse but be old; certain me's old, and had Robin Night-work by old Nightwork, before I came to Clement's Inn.
Sil. That's if y five years ago.
Shal. Hah, Cousin silence, that thou hadft seen that, that this Knight and I have seen : Hah, Sir John, said I well?
Fal. We have heard the Chimes at midnight, Master shallow
shal That we have that we have, in faith, Sir John we have: Our warch word was Hem-Boys. Come, let's to dinner; come, let's to dinner: Oh the days that we have seen! Come, come.
Bul Good Master Corporate Bardolph stand 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 mine 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, elfe, Sir, I did not carefor mine own part so much.
Bard. Go too; stand aside.
Moul. And good Master Corporal Captain, for my old Dame's fake stand my Friend: She hath no body to do any thing about her when I am gone, and she's old and cannot help her felf: You shall have forty, Sir.
Bard. Go toq; stand aside.
Feeble. I care not, a Man can die bilt once; we owe a death. I will never bear a base Mind: If it be my dediny, fo: if it be not, fo. No Man is too good to serve his Prince; and let it
way it will, he that dies this year is guit for the next.
Bard. Well said, thou art a good Fellow.
Bard. Sir, a word with you: I have three pound to free Mouldy and Bulcalf.
Fal. Go too: Well.
Fal. Mouldy and Bulcalf' for you, Mouldy stay at home 'till you are paft Service: And for your part, Bulcalf
, grow till you come unto it: I will none of you.
Shal. Sir John, Sir John, do not your self wrong, they are your likeliest Men, and I would have you servd with the best.
Fal. Will you tell me, Mafter Shallow, how to chuse a Man? Care í for the Limb, the Thewes, the Stature, Bulk and big assemblance of a Man? Give me the Spirit, Master Shallow. Where'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 and on, swifter 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 Tailor, run off. O give me the spare Men, and spare me the great ones. Put me a Calyver into Wart's Hand, Bardolph.
Bard. Hold, Wart, Traverse; thus, thus, thus.
Fal. Come, manage me your Calyver: 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's 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 Dagenet 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 fay; Bounce, would he say,
and away again would he go, and again would he come: I fhall never see such a Fellow.
Fal. These Fellows will do well, Master Shallow, 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. As you return, visit my House. Let our old Acquaintance be renewed: Peradventure I will with you to the Court.
Eal I would you would, Mafter Shallow.
Fal. Fare you well, Gentlemen. On, Bardolph, lead the Men away. As I return I will fetch off these Justices: I do see the bottom of Justice Shallom. How subject we old Men are to this Vice of Lying? This same starv'd Justice hath done nothing but prateio me of the wildeness of his Youth, and the Fears he hath done about Turnbalfreet, and
every third word a Lie, duer paid to the hearer than the Turk's Tribute. I do remember him at Clement's Inn, like a Man made after Supper of a Cheese-paring. When he was naked, he was, foralliheWorld,like a forked Radish, with a Head fantastically cary'd upon it with a knife. He was so forlora, that his Dimensions, to any thick light, were invisible. He was the very Genius of Famine; he came ever in the rearward of the fashion:. And now is this Vice's Dagger become a Squire,and talks as familiarly of John of Gaunt as if he had been sworn Brother to him: And i'll be sworn he never Law him but once in the Tilt-yard, and then he burst his Head, for crouding among the Marshals Men. I saw it, and told John of Gaunt he beat his own Name, for you might have truss’d him and all his Apparel into an Eel-skin: The Cale of a Treble Hoboy was a Mansion for him; a Court; and now hath be Land and Beeyes. Well, I will be acquainted with him, if I return; and it shall go hard but I will make him a Philosopher'stwo Stones to me. If the young Dace be a Bait for the old Pike, I see no reason, in the Law of Nature, but I may snap at him. Let time shape, and there's an end.