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. well. Fal. I would you would, master Shallow. Shal. Go to; I have spoke, at a word. Fare you [Exeunt SHALLOW and SILENCE. Fal. Fare you well, gentle gentlemen. On, Bardolph; lead the men away. [Exeunt BARDOLPH, Recruits, &c.] As I return, I will fetch off these justices: I do see the bottom of justice Shallow. Lord, lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying! This same starved justice hath done nothing but prate to me of the wildness of his youth, and the feats he hath done about Turnbullstreet; 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, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife: he was so forlorn, that his dimensions to any thick sight were invisible: he was the very Genius of famine; yet lecherous as a monkey, and the whores called him-mandrake: he came ever in the rear-ward of the fashion; and sung those tunes to the over-scutched huswifes that he heard the carmen whistle, and sware-they were his fancies, or his good-nights. And now is this Vice's dagger' become a squire; and talks as fa 7 - about Turnbull-street;] Turnbull or Turnmill-street, is near Cow-cross, West Smithfield. 8 9 over-scutched-] That is, whipt, carted. fancies, or his good-nights.] Fancies and Good-nights were the titles of little poems. And now is this Vice's dagger-] By Vice here the poet means that droll character in the old plays equipped with asses ears and a wooden dagger. The word Vice is an abbreviation of Device. 2 miliarly of John of Gaunt, as if he had been sworn brother to him: and I'll be sworn he never saw him but once in the Tilt-yard; and then he burst his head, for crouding among the marshal's 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 case of a treble hautboy was a mansion for him, a court; and now has 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 philosopher's two 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 an end. [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I. A Forest in Yorkshire. Enter the Archbishop of York, MOWBRAY, HASTINGS, and Others. Arch. What is this forest call'd? Hast. 'Tis Gualtree forest, an't shall please your grace. Arch. Here stand, my lords; and send discoverers forth, To know the numbers of our enemies. Hast. We have sent forth already. Arch. 'Tis well done. My friends, and brethren in these great affairs, I must acquaint you that I have receiv'd New-dated letters from Northumberland; 2 beat his own name:] That is, beat gaunt, a fellow so slender, that his name might have been gaunt. Their cold intent, tenour and substance, thus:- Mowb. Thus do the hopes we have in him touch ground, And dash themselves to pieces. Hast. Enter a Messenger. Now, what news? Mess. West of this forest, scarcely off a mile, In goodly form comes on the enemy: And, by the ground they hide, I judge their number Upon, or near, the rate of thirty thousand. Moub. The just proportion that we gave them out. Let us sway on, and face them in the field. Enter WESTMORELAND. Arch. What well-appointed leader3 fronts us here? Mowb. I think, it is my lord of Westmoreland. West. Health and fair greeting from our general, The prince, lord John and duke of Lancaster. Arch. Say on, my lord of Westmoreland, in peace; What doth concern your coming? West. Then, my lord, Unto your grace do I in chief address The substance of my speech. If that rebellion Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rage,* 3 well-appointed-] i. e. completely accoutred. -guarded with rage,] Guarded is an expression taken from dress; it means the same as faced, turned up. And countenanc'd by boys, and beggary; With your fair honours. You, lord archbishop,- Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch'd; Arch. Wherefore do I this?-so the question stands. Briefly to this end:-We are all diseas'd; graves,] For graves Dr. Warburton very plausibly reads glaives, and is followed by Sir Thomas Hanmer. But we might perhaps as plausibly read greaves, i. e. armour for the legs, a kind of boots. I have in equal balance justly weigh'd What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we suffer, And find our griefs heavier than our offences. And have the summary of all our griefs, When we are wrong'd, and would unfold our griefs, We are denied access unto his person Even by those men that most have done us wrong. West. When ever yet was your appeal denied? I make my quarrel in particular.8 7 6 our griefs-] i. e. our grievances. commotion's bitter edge?] i. e. the edge of bitter strife and commotion; the sword of rebellion. 8 My brother general, &c. I make my quarrel in particular.] The sense is this" My brother general, the commonwealth, which ought to distribute its |