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Fal. Prick him.

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

Fal. Go to; peace, Mouldy, you shall go, Mouldy.

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 sit 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.

Fal. Thy mother's son ! like enough; and thy father's shadow.

Shal. Do you like him, sir John ? Fal. Shadow will serve for summer, - prick him; for we have a number of shadows to fill up the muster-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, sir John.

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 !

Fee. Here, sir.
Fal. What trade art thou, Feeble ?
Fee. 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 pricked you.— Wilt thou make as many holes in an enemy's battle, as thou hast made with thy needle ?

Fee. 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.

Fee. 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 a private soldier, that is the leader of so many thousands : Let that suffice, most forcible Feeble.

Fee. It shall suffice, sir.

Fal. I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble. - Who is next?

Shal. Peter Bull-calf of the green !
Fal. Yea, marry, let us see Bull-calf.
Bull. Here, sir.

Fal. Trust me, a likely fellow !-- Come, prick me Bull-calf till he roar again.

Bull. O lord ! good my lord captain,-
Fal. What, dost thou roar before thou art pricked ?
Bull. O lord, sir ! I am a diseased man.
Fal. What disease hast thou ?

Bull. A 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. Here is two more called than

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

your

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 since we lay all night in the windmill 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 choose but be old; certain, she's old; and had Robin before I came to Clement’s-inn.

Sil. That's fifty-five year ago.

Shal. Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen that that this knight and I have seen! - Ha, sir John, said I well ?

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

Shal. That we have, 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 :-0, the days that we have seen !--Come,

come.

[Exeunt FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, and SILENCE. Bull. Good master corporate Bardolph, stand my friend; and here is four Harry ten shillings in French crowns for

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very truth, sir, I had as lief bę hanged, 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 ; else, sir, I did not care, for mine own part, so much.

you.

Bard. Go to ; stand aside.

Moul. And good master corporal captain, for my old dame's sake, stand my friend : she has nobody' to do any thing about her, when I am gone: and she is old, and cannot help herself: you shall have forty, sir.

Bard. Go to; stand aside.

Fee. By my troth I care not ; a man can die but once ; we owe God a death; I'll ne'er bear a base mind : an't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so : No man's too good to serve his prince; and, let it go it will, he that dies this

year,

is quit for the next.

Bard. Well said ; thou’rt a good fellow.
Fee. Nay, I'll bear no base mind,

which way

Re-enter FALSTAFF, and Justices.
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 ? Fal. Do

you

choose for me. Shal. Marry then, - Mouldy, Bull-calf, Feeble, and Shadow.

Fal. Mouldy, and Bull-calf:- For you, Mouldy, stay at home still ; you are past service: - and, for your part, Bull-calf,

- grow

till

you come unto it; I will none of you.

Shal. Sir John, sir John, do not yourself wrong: they are your likeliest men, and I would have you served with the best.

Fal. Will you tell me, master Shallow, how to choose a man? Care I for the limb, the thewes, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give

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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, and on, swifter than he that gibbets-on the brewer's bucket. And this same half-faced fellow, Shadow, -give me this man;

he presents no mark to the enemy; the foeman may with as great aim level at the edge of a penknife: 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 calivere into Wart's hand, Bardolph.

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

Fal. Come, manage .me your caliver. very well: go to :- very good :-exceeding good. -0, give me always a little, lean, old, chapped, bald shot. — Well said, Wart; hold, there's a tester for thee.

Shal. He is not his craft's-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 ’a would manage you his piece thus : and 'a would about, and about, and come you in, and come you in : rah, tah, tah, would 'a say; bounce, would 'a say; and away again would ’a go, and again would ’a come :- I shall never see such a fellow.

Fal. These fellows will do well, master Shallow.' -Heaven keep you, 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.

Fal. I would you would, master Shallow.

9 March.

8 Musket

VOL. V.

1 An exhibition of archery.

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