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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 fhall go. Mouldy, it is you were spent.

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Moul, Spent?

Shal Peace, Fellow, Peace: ftand afide:

Know you where you are? For the other, Sir John. Let me fee: 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 Son art thou?

Shad. My Mother's Son, Sir.

Fak Thy Mother's Son! like enough; and thy Father's Shadow: So the Son of the Female is the Shadow of the Male: It is often fo indeed, but not of the Father's Subftance. Shal. Do you like him, Sir John?

Fal. Shadow will ferve for Summer, prick him; for we have a number of Shadows to fill up the Mufter-Book. 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 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.

Shal, What Trade art thou, Feeble?

Feeble. A Woman's Tailor, Sir.

Shal. Shall I prick him, Sir?

Fal. You may:

But

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 faid, good Woman's Tailor; Well faid, couragious 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.

Feeble. I would Wart might have gone, Sir.

Fal. I would thou wert a Man's Tailor, that thou might'ft mend him, and make him fit to go. I cannot put him to be a private Soldier, that is the Leader of fo many thousands. Let that fuffice, moft forcible Feeble. Feeble. It fhall fuffice.

Fal. I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble.

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Shal. Peter Bulcalf of the Green.

Fal. Yea, marry, let us fee Bulcalf.

Bul. Here, Sir.

Who is the

Fal. Trust me, a likely Fellow. Come prick me Bulcalf, '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 Disease 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 will have away thy Cold, and I will take fuch or der that thy Friends fhall ring for thee Is here all?

Shal. There is two more called than your nurnber, you must have but four here, Sir; and fo I pray you, go in with me to Dinner.

Fal. Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot tarry Dinner. I am glad to see you, in good troth, Master Shallow.

Shal. O, Sir John, do you remember fince we lay all Night in the Wind-mill in Saint George's Fields?

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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 M.fter Shallow.

Shal. 1 could anger her to the Heart: She was then a Bona roba. Doth the hold her own well?

Fal. Old, old, Mafter Shallow.

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

Sil. That's fify five years ago.

Shal. Hah, Cousin Silence, that thou hadft feen that, that this Knight and I have feen: 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; come, let's to dinner: Oh the days that we have feen! Come, come.

Bul Good Mafter 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 mine own part, Sir, I do not care, but rather because I am unwilling, and for mine own part, have a defire to stay with my Friends, elfe, Sir, I did not carefor mine own part fo much.

Bard. Go too; ftand aside.

Moul. And good Mafter Corporal Captain, for my old Dame's fake ftand my Friend: She hath no body to do any thing about her when I am gone, and fhe's old and cannot help her felf: You fhall have forty, Sir.

Bard. Go too; stand afide.

Feeble. I care not, a Man can die but once; we owe a death. I will never bear a base Mind: If it be my destiny, fo: if it be not, fo. No Man is too good to ferve his Prince; and let it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next.

Bard.

Bard. Well faid, thou art a good Fellow.
Feeble. Nay, I will bear no bafe Mind.
Fal. Come, Sir, which Men fhall I have?
Shal. Four of which you please.

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

Fal. Go too: Well.

Shal. Come, Sir John, which four will you have?
Fal. Do you chufe for me.

Shal. Marry then, Mouldy, Bulcalf, Feeble and Shadow. 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 felf wrong, they are your likeliest Men, and I would have you serv'd with the beft.

Fal. Will you tell me, Mafter Shallow, how to chuse a Man? Care I for the Limb, the Thewes, the Stature, Bulk and big affemblance of a Man? Give me the Spirit, Mafter Shallow. Where's Wart? You fee what a ragged appearance it is: He shall charge you and discharge you with the mo tion of a Pewterer's Hammer; come off and on, swifter than he that gibbets on the Brewer's Bucket. And this fame half-fac'd Fellow Shadow, give me this Man, he prefents 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 fwiftly will this Feeble, the Woman's Tailor, run off. O give me the spare Men, and fpare me the great ones. Put me a Calyver into Wart's Hand, Bardolph.

Bard. Hold, Wart, Traverfe; thus, thus, thus.

Fal. Come, manage me your Calyver: So, very well, ga to, very good, exceeding good. O give me always a lit tle, lean, old, chopt, bald Shot. Well faid, Wart, thou art a good Scab: Hold, there's a Tefter for thee.

Shal. He is not his Craft-mafter, 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, tab, tah, would he fay; Bounce, would he fay,

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and away again would he go, and again would he come I fhall never fee fuch a Fellow.

Fal. Thefe Fellows will do well, Mafter Shallow, Farewel, Mafter Silence, I will not ufe 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 blefs you, and profper your Affairs, and fend us Peace. As you return, vifit my House. Let our old Acquaintance be renewed: Peradventure I will with you to the Court.

Fal I would you would, Mafter Shallow.

Shal. Go to: I have fpoke at a word. Fare you well. [Exit. Fal. Fare you well, Gentlemen. On, Bardolph, lead the Men away. As I return I will fetch off thefe Juftices: I do fee the bottom of Juftice Shallow. How fubject we old Men are to this Vice of Lying? This fame ftarv'd Juftice hath done nothing but prate to me of the wildeness of his Youth, and the Feats 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 Cheefe-paring. When he was naked, he was, for all the World,like a forked Radish, with a Head fantaftically carv'd upon it with a Knife. He was fo forlorn, that his Dimenfions, to any thick fight, were invifible. 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 fworn Brother to him: And I'll be fworn he never faw him but once in the Tilt-yard, and then he burst his Head, for crouding among the Marshals Men. I faw it, and told John of Gaunt he beat his own Name, for you might have trufs'd him and all his Apparel into an Eel-skin: The Cafe of a Treble Hoboy was a Manfion for him; a Court; and now hath he Land and Beeves. Well, I will be acquainted with him, if I return; and it shall go hard but I will make him a Philofopher's two Stones to me. If the young Dace be a Bait for the old Pike, I fee no reason, in the Law of Nature, but I may fnap at him. Let time shape, and there's an end.

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