With a near aim, of the main chance of things Such things become the hatch and brood of time King Richard might create a perfect guess, That great Northumberland, then falfe to him, Would of that feed grow to a greater falseness, Which should not find a ground to root upon, Unless on you. K. HEN. Are these things then neceffities? And that fame word even now cries out on us. To WAR. It cannot be : Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, To comfort you the more, I have receiv'd And these unfeafon'd hours perforce must add Unto your K. HEN. I will take your counsel; And were these inward wars once out of hand, We would, dear lords, unto the holy land. M m 4 [Exeunt. SCENE III. Changes to Justice Shallow's feat in Gloucestershire. Enter Shallow and Silence, Juftices; with Mouldy, Shadow, Wart, Feeble, and Bull calf. SHAL. Come on, come on, come on; give me your hand, fir; an early stirrer, by the rood. And how doth my good coufin Silence? SIL. Good morrow, good coufin Shallow.. SHAL. And how doth my coufin, your bed-fellow ? and your faireft daughter, and mine, my god-daughter Ellen? SIL. Alas, a black ouzel, coufin Shallow. SHAL. By yea, and nay, fir, I William is become a good fcholar. is he not? SIL. Indeed, fir, to my coft. dare fay, my coufin He is at Oxford ftill, SHAL. He must then to the inns of court shortly. I was once of Clement's-inn; where, I think they will taik of mad Shallow yet. SIL. You were call'd lufty Shallow then, coufin. SHAL. I was call'd any thing, and I would have done any thing, indeed, too, and roundly too. There was I, and little John Doit of Staffordshire, and black George Bare, and Francis Pickbone, and Will Squele, a Cotswold man, you had not four fuch fwinge-bucklers in all the inns of court again; and I may fay to you, we knew where the Bona-Roba's were, and had the best of them all at commandment. Then was Jack Falstaff, now Sir John, a boy, and page to Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk. SIL. This Sir John, coufin, that comes hither anon about foldiers? SHAL. The fame Sir John, the very fame. I faw him break Schoggan's head at the court-gate, when he was a crack not thus high; and the very fame day I did fight with one Sampson Stockfish, a fru terer, behind Gray's Inn. O the mad days that I have spent! and to fee how many of mine old acquaintance are dead? SIL. We fhall all follow, coufin. SHAL. Cetain, 'tis certain, very fure, very fure. Death (as the Pfalmift faith) is certain to all, all fhall die. How a good yoke of Bullocks at Stamford fair? SIL. Truly, coufin, I was not there. SHAL. Death is certain. Is old Double of your town living yet? SIL. Dead, fir. SHAL, Dead!fee, fee-he drew a good bow. And dead?he shot a fine fhoot. John of Gaunt loved him well, and betted much money on his head. Dead! - he would have clapt in the clowt at twelve fcore, and carried you a forehand fhaft a fourteen and fourteen and a half, that it would have done a man's heart good to fee fcore of ewes now? -How a SIL. Thereafter as they be. A fcore of good ewes may be worth ten pounds. SHAL. And is old Double dead? SCENE IV, Enter Bardolph and Page. SIL. Here come two of Sir John Falstaff's men, as I think. SHAL. Good morrow, honest gentlemen. BARD. I beseech you which is juftice Shallow ? SHAL. I am Robert Shallow, fir, a poor Efquire of this country, one of the king's juftices of the peace, What is your good pleasure with me? BARD. My captain, fir, commends him to you, my captain, fir John Falstaff; a tall gentleman, by heav'n! and a most gallant leader. SHAL. He greets me well, fir, I knew him a good back-word man. How doth the good knight? may I ask, how my lady his wife doth ? BARD. Sir, pardon, a foldier is better accommodated than with a wife. ; SHAL. It is well faid, fir; and it is well faid indeed too, better accommodated it is good, yea, indeed, is it: and ever were, very commendait comes of accommodo; very good phrafes, furely, are, ble. Accommodatedgood, a good phrase. BARD. Pardon me, fir, I have heard the word. Phrase, 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 say, accommodated; or when a man is, being whereby he may be thought to be accommodated, which is an excellent thing, SCENE V. Enter Falstaff. - SHAL. It is very juft. Look, here, comes good Sir John. Give me your good hand: give me your worfhip's good hand. Trust me, you look well, and bear your years very well. Welcome, good Sir John. FAL. I am glad to fee you well, good mafter Robert Shallow.Mafter Sure-card, as I think, SHAL. No, Sir John, it is my coufin Silence; in commiffion with me. FAL. Good mafter Silence, it well befits you should be of the peace. [Embraces him. · Gentlemen; have you SIL. Your good worship is welcome. FAL. Fie, this is hot weather provided me here half a dozen of sufficient men? SHAL. Marry have we, fir. Will you fit? FAL. Let me fee them, I beseech you. SHAL. Where's the roll? where's the the roll? Let me fee, let me fee, let me fee. fo. Yea, marry, fir. Ralph Mouldy : ——— pear as I call. roll? where's So, fo, so, let them ap Let them do so, 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, strong, and of good friends. FAL. Is thy name Mouldy? MOUL. Yea, if it please you. FAL. 'Tis the more time thou wert us'd. SHAL. Ha, ha, ha, most excellent, i'faith. Things that are mouldy, lack use. Very fingular good. Well faid, Sir John, very well faid. FAL. Prick him. 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 need not to have prickt me, there are other men fitter to go out than 1. FAL. Go to: peace, Mouldy, you shall go. Mouldy, it is time you were spent. h MOUL, Spent, |