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Enter Sir John Falstaff, Page, and BARDOLPY. Fal. My lord, this is a poor mad soul ; and she Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsey-nose says, up and down the town, that her eldest son is knave, Bardolph, with him. Do your offices, do like you : she hath been in good case, and, the your offices, master Fang, and master Snare; do truth is, poverty hath distracted her. But for these me, do me, do me your offices.

foolish officers, I beseech you, I may have redress Fal. How now? whose mare's dead? what's the against them. matter?

Ch. Just. Sir John, sir John, I am well acquainted Fang. Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of mis- with your manner of wrenching the true cause the tress Quickly.

It is not a confident brow, nor the Fal. Away, varlets ! Draw, Bardolph ; cut me throng of words that come with such more than off the villain's head; throw the quean in the channel. impudent sauciness from you, can thrust me from a

Host. Throw me in the channel? I'll throw thee level consideration; you have, as it appears to me, in the channel. Wilt thou ? wilt thou ? thou rogue! practised upon the easy-yielding spirit of this wo- Murder, murder ! O thou honeysuckle - villain! man, and made her serve your uses both in purse wilt thou kill the king's officers ? O thou honeyseed 3 rogue! thou art a honey-seed; a man-queller,

Host. Yea, in troth, my lord. and a woman-queller.

Ch. Just. Pr'ythee, peace : - Pay her the debt Fal. Keep them off, Bardolph.

you owe her, and unpay the villainy you have done Fang. A rescue! a rescue !

with her ; the one you may do with sterling money, Host. Good people, bring a rescue or two.

and the other with current repentance. Thou wo't, wo't thou? thou wo't, wo't thou ? do,

Fal. My lord, I will not undergo this sneap do, thou rogue! do, thou hemp-seed !

without reply. You call honourable boldness, imFul. Away, you scullion ! you rampallian! you pudent sauciness : if a man will make court'sy, and fustilarian!

say nothing, he is virtuous : No, my lord, my hum

ble duty remembered, I will not be your suitor ; I Enter the Lord Chief Justice, attended. say to you, I do desire deliverance from these Ch. Just. What's the matter? keep the peace officers, being upon hasty employment in the king's here, ho !

affairs. Host. Good my lord, be good to me! I beseech you!

Ch. Just. You speak as having power to do Ch. Just. How now, sir John? what, are you wrong: but answer in the effect of your reputabrawling here?

tion 6, and satisfy the poor woman. Doth this become your place, your time, and business?

Fal. Come hither, hostess. [Taking her aside. You should have been well on your way to York.

Enter GoWER. Stand from him, fellow; Wherefore hang'st thou on him?

Ch. Just. Now, master Gower; What news ? Host. O my most worshipful lord, an't please

Gow. The king, my lord, and Harry prince of your grace, I am a poor widow of Eastcheap, and

Wales he is arrested at my suit.

Are near at hand: the rest the paper tells. Ch. Just. For what sum ?

Fal. As I am a gentleman ; Host. It is more than for some, my lord; it is

Host. Nay, you said so before. for all, all I have: he hath eaten me out of house

Fal. As I am a gentleman; Come, no more and home : he hath put all my substance into that words of it. fat belly of his.

Host. By this heavenly ground I tread on, I must Ch. Just. How comes this, sir John ? Fye ! what be fain to pawn both my plate, and the tapestry of man of good temper would endure this tempest of my dining-chambers. exclamation? Are you not ashamed to enforce a

Fal. Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking: and poor widow to so rough a course to come by her own? for thy walls,-a pretty slight drollery, or the story Fal. What is the gross sum that I owe thee ?

of the prodigal, or the German hunting in waterHost. Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thy- work, is worth a thousand of these bed-hangings, self, and the money too. Thou didst swear to me

and these fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten pound, upon a parcel-gilt 4 goblet, sitting in my Dolphin

if thou canst. Come, an it were not for thy huchamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal' fire, mours, there is not a better wench in England. upon Wednesday in Whitsun-week, when the prince Go, wash thy face, and draw 7 thy action : Come, broke thy head for liking his father to a singing thou must not be in this humour with me ; dost no man of Windsor : thou didst swear to me then, as

know me? Come, come, I know thou wast set on I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make to this. me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did

Host. Pray thee, sir John, let it be but twenty not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in nobles ; i'faith I am loath to pawn my plate, in then, and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to good earnest, la. borrow a mess of vinegar; telling us, she had a

Fal. Let it alone; I'll make other shift ; you'll good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst desire to be a fool still. eat some ; whereby I told thee, they were ill for a

Host. Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my green wound? And didst thou not, when she was gown. I hope you'll come to supper : you'll pay gone down stairs, desire me to be no more so fami-me all together? liarity with such poor people ; saying, that ere long

Fal. Will I live ? - Go, with her, with her; they should call me madam? And didst thou not (To BARDOLPH.) hook on, hook on. kiss me, and bid me fetch thee thirty shillings? I put

[Ereunt Hostess, BARDOLPH, Officers, thee now to thy book-oath ; deny it, if thou canst.

and Page. Snub, check.

6 Suitably to your character. * Homicidal.

Homicide. 4 Party gilt.

7 Withdraw.

Ch. Just. I have heard better news.

and persistency : Let the end try the man. But I Fal. What's the news, my good lord ?

tell thee, — my heart bleeds inwardly, that my Ch. Just. Where lay the king last night? father is so sick : and keeping such vile company Gow. At Basingstoke, my lord.

as thou art, hath in reason taken from me all ostenFal. I hope, my lord, all's well: What's the tation of sorrow. news, my lord ?

Poins. The reason ? Ch. Just. Come all his forces back ?

P. Hen. What wouldst thou think of me, if I Gow. No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred should weep? horse,

Poins. I would think thee a most princely hypoAre march'd up to my lord of Lancaster,

crite. Against Northumberland, and the archbishop. P. Hen. It would be every man's thought: and

Fal. Comes the king back from Wales, my noble thou art a blessed fellow, to think as every man lord ?

thinks; never a man's thought in the world keeps Ch. Just. You shall have letters of me presently: the road-way better than thine : every man would Come, go along with me, good master Gower. think me an hypocrite indeed. And what accites Fal. My lord !

your most worshipful thought, to think so ? Ch. Just. What's the matter?

Poins. Why, because you have been so much Fal. Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me engraffed to Falstaff. to dinner?

P. Hen. And to thee. Gow. I must wait upon my good lord here: I Poins. By this light, I am well spoken of, I can thank you, good sir John.

hear it with my own ears: the worst that they can Ch. Just. Sir John, you loiter here too long, say of me is, that I am a second brother, and that you are to take soldiers up in counties as you go. I am a proper fellow of my hands; and those two

Fal. Will you sup with me, master Gower ? things, I confess, I cannot help. By the mass, here

Ch. Just. What foolish master taught you these comes Bardolph. manners, sir John ?

P. Hen. And the boy that I gave Falstaff: he Fal. Master Gower, if they become me not, he had him from me Christian ; and look, if the fat was a fool that taught them me. - This is the right villain have not transformed him ape. fencing grace, my lord ; tap for tap, and so part fair. Ch. Just. Now heaven lighten thee! thou art a

Enter BARDOLPH and Page.

[Exeunt. great fool.

Bard. 'Save your grace.

P. Hen. And yours, most noble Bardolph. SCENE II. - Another Street.

Bard. Come, you virtuous ass, [To the Page.]

you bashful fool, must you be blushing? wherefore Enter PRINCE HENRY and Poins.

blush you now? P. Hen. Trust me, I am exceeding weary. Page. He called me even now, my lord, through

Poins. Is it come to that? I had thought weari- a red lattice, and I could discern no part of his face ness durst not have attached one of so high blood. from the window : at last, I spied his eyes.

P. Hen. 'Faith, it does me; though it discolours P. Hen. Hath not the boy profited ? the complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it. Bard. Away, you upright rabbit, away! Doth it not show vilely in me, to desire small beer ? Page. Away, you rascally Althea's dream, away!

Poins. Why, a prince should not be so loosely P. Hen. Instruct us, boy: What dream, boy? studied, as to remember so weak a composition. Page. Marry, my lord, Althea dreamed she was

P. Hen. Belike then, my appetite was not delivered of a fire-brand; and therefore I call him princely got; for, by my troth, I do now remember her dream. the poor creature, small beer. But, indeed, these P. Hen. A crown's worth of good interpretation. humble considerations make me out of love with my There it is, boy.

[Gives him money. greatness.

What a disgrace is it to me, to remem- Poins. O, that this good blossom could be kept ber thy name? or to know thy face to-morrow ? or from cankers ! Well, there is sixpence to preserve to take note how many pair of silk stockings thou thee. hast; viz. these, and those that were the peach- Bard. An you do not make him be banged among coloured ones?

you, the gallows shall have wrong. Poins. How ill it follows, after you have laboured P. Hen. And how doth thy master, Bardolph ? so hard, you should talk so idly? Tell me, how Bard. Well, my lord. He heard of your grace's many good young princes would do so, their fathers coming to town; there's a letter for you. being so sick as yours at this time is ?

Poins. Delivered with good respect. - And how P. Hen. Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins ? doth the martlemas 7, your master ? Poins. Yes; and let it be an excellent good thing. Bard. In bodily health, sir.

P. Hen. It shall serve among wits of no higher Poins. Marry, the immortal part needs a phybreeding than thine.

sician ; but that moves not him; though that be Poins. Go to; I stand the push of your one thing sick, it dies not. that you will tell.

P. Hen. I do allow this wen to be as familiar P. Hen. Why, I tell thee, it is not meet that with me as my dog : and he holds his place; for, I should be sad, now my father is sick : albeit I look you, how he writes. could tell to thee, (as to one it pleases me, for fault Poins. (Reads.] John Falstaff, knight, — Every of a better, to call my friend,) I could be sad, and man must know that, as oft as he has occasion to sad indeed too.

name himself. Even like those that are kin to the Poins. Very hardly, upon such a subject. king; for they never prick their finger, but they

P. Hen. By this hand, thou think'st me as far in say, There is some of the king's blood spilt: Hore the devil's book, as thou and Falstaff, for obduracy

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comes that? says he, that takes upon him not to SCENE III. Warkworth. Before the Castle. conceive : the answer is as ready as a borrower's cap; I am the king's poor cousin, sir.


and LADY PERCY. P. Hen. Nay, they will be kin to us, or they will fetch it from Japhet. But the letter :

North. I pray thee, loving wife, and gentle Poins. Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of the

daughter, king, nearest his father, Harry prince of Wales, Give even way unto my rough affairs : grceting. - Why, this is a certificate.

Put not you on the visage of the times, P. Hen. Peace!

And be, like them, to Percy troublesome. Poins. I will imitate the honourable Roman in Lady N. I have given over, I will speak no more : brevity : he sure means brevity in breath; short- Do what you will ; your wisdom be your guide. winded. - I commend me to thee, I commend thee, North. Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at pawn; and I leave thee. Be not too familiar with Poins ; And, but my going, nothing can redeem it. for he misuses thy favours so much, that he swears, Lady P. O, yet, for heaven's sake, go not to thou art to marry his sister Nell. Repent at idle

these wars! times as thou mayst, and so farewell.

The time was, father, that you broke your word, Thine, by yea and no, (which is as much When you were more endear'd to it than now; as to say, as thou usest him,) Jack Fal. When your own Percy, when my heart's dear Harry, staff, with my familiars ; John, with my Threw many a northward look to see his father brothers and sisters; and Sir John with Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain. all Europe.

Who then persuaded you to stay at home? My lord, I will steep this letter in sack, and make There were two honours lost; yours, and your him eat it.

son's. P. Hen. That's to make him eat twenty of his For yours, - may heavenly glory brighten it! words. But do you use me thus, Ned? must I For his — it stuck upon him, as the sun marry your sister.

In the grey vault of heaven : and by his liglit, Poins. May the girl have no worse fortune ! but Did all the chivalry of England move I never said so.

To do brave acts; he was, indeed, the glass P. Hen. Well, thus we play the fools with the Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. time; and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds He had no legs, that practis'd not his gait : and mock us. Is your master bere in London ?

And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish, Bard. Yes, my lord.

Became the accents of the valiant : P. Hen. Where sups he? doth the old boar feed For those that could speak low, and tardily, in the old frank ? 8

Would turn their own perfection to abuse, Bard. At the old place, my lord ; in Eastcheap. To seem like him : So that, in speech, in gait, P. Hen. Shall we steal upon him, Ned, at supper? In diet, in affections of delight,

Poins. I am your shadow, my lord ; I'll follow In military rules, humours of blood, you.

He was the mark and glass, copy and book, P. Hen. Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph ;-no That fashioned others. And him, O wondrous word to your master that I am yet come to town:

him ! There's for your silence.

O miracle of men ! - him did you leave, Bard. I have no tongue, sir.

(Second to none, unseconded by you,) Page. And for mine, sir; I will govern it. To look upon the hideous god of war

P. Hen. Fare ye well; go. (Ereunt BARDOLPH In disadvantage ; to abide a field, and Page.] How might we see Falstaff bestow him- Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name self to-night in his true colours, and not ourselves Did seem defensible, so you left him : be seen?

Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong, Poins. Put on two leather jerkins, and aprons, To hold your honour more precise and nice and wait upon him at his table as drawers.

With others, than with him ; let them alone; P. Hen. From a god to a bull ? a heavy descen- | The marshal, and the archbishop, are strong : sion! it was Jove's case. From a prince to a pren- Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers, tice ? a low transformation! that shall be mine: for, | To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck, in every thing, the purpose must weigh with the Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave. folly.


Beshrew your heart, Enter Peto.

Fair daughter! you do draw my spirits from me, Peto, how now? what news?

With new lamenting ancient oversights.
Peto. The king, your father, is at Westminster; But I must go, and meet with danger there ;
And there are twenty weak and wearied posts,

Or it will seek me in another place,
Come from the north : and, as I came along,

And find me worse provided. I met, and overtook, a dozen captains,

Lady N.

0, fly to Scotland, Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns,

Till that the nobles, and the armed commons, And asking every one for sir John Falstaff. Have of their puissance made a little taste. P. Hen. By heaven, Poins, I feel memuch to blame,

Lady P. If they get ground and vantage of the So idly to profane the precious time :

king, When tempest of commotion, like the south,

Then join you with them, like a rib of steel, Borne with black vapour, doth begin to melt,

To make strength stronger; but for all our loves, And drop upon our bare unarmed heads.

First let them try themselves : So did your son ; Give me my sword and cloak : — and, Poins, good He was so suffer'd ; So came 1 a widow; night.


And never shall have length of life enough,
To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes,

* Sty.

That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven, That makes a still-stand, running neither way. For recordation to my noble husband.

Fain would I go to meet the archbishop, North. Come, come, go in with me: 'tis with my But many thousand reasons hold me back : mind,

I will resolve for Scotland; there am I As with the tide swell'd up unto its height, Till time and vantage crave my company. [Eseunt.


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SCENE I. - A Room in the Palace. (Weary of solid firmness) melt itself

Into the sea ! and, other times, to see Enter King HENRY in his Night-gown, with a Page. The beachy girdle of the ocean K. Hen. Go, call the earls of Surrey and of War- Too wide for Neptune's hips ; how chances mock, wick;

And changes fill the cup of alteration But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters, With divers liquors ! O, if this were seen, And well consider of them : Make good speed. – The happiest youth, — viewing his progress through,

[Erit Page. What perils past, what crosses to ensue, How many thousand of my poorest subjects Would shut the book, and sit him down and die. Are at this hour asleep! - Sleep, gentle sleep, 'Tis not ten years gone, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, Since Richard, and Northumberland, great friends, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, Did feast together, and, in two years after, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ?

Were they at wars : It is but eight years, since Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, This Percy was the man nearest my soul; Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,

Who like a brother toil'd in my affairs, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber; And laid his love and life under my foot : Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard, Under the canopies of costly state,

Gave him defiance. But which of you was by, And lullid with sounds of sweetest melody? (You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember,) O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile,

[To WARWICK. In loathsome beds; and leav'st the kingly couch, When Richard, with his eye brimfull of tears, A watch-case, or a common 'larum bell ?

Then check'd and rated by Northumberland, Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast

Did speak these words, now prov'd a prophecy ? Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains Northumberland, thou ladder, by the which In cradle of the rude imperious surge ;

My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne ; And in the visitation of the winds

Though then, heaven knows, I had no such inWho take the ruffian billows by the top,

tent : Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them But that necessity so bow'd the state, With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That I and greatness were compellid to kiss : That, with the hurly 9, death itself awakes ?

The time shall come, thus did he follow it, Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose The time will come, that foul sin, gathering head, To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ;

Shall break into corruption :- - so went on,
And, in the calmest and most stillest night, Foretelling this same time's condition,
With all appliances and means to boot,

And the division of our amity.
Deny it to a king? Then, happy low ', lie down! War. There is a history in all men's lives,
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd :

The which observ'd, a man may prophesy,

With a near aim, of the main chance of things War. Many good morrows to your majesty! As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds, K. Hen. Is it good morrow, lords ?

And weak beginnings, lie intreasured. War. 'Tis one o'clock, and past.

Such things become the hatch and brood of time; K. Hen. Why then, good morrow to you all, my And, by the necessary form of this, lords.

King Richard might create a perfect guess, Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you ? That great Northumberland, then false to him, War. We have, my liege.

Would of that seed grow to a greater falseness; K. Hen. Then you perceive the body of our Which should not find a ground to root upon, kingdom,

Unless on you. How foul it is; what rank diseases grow,

K. Hen. Are these things then necessities? And with what danger, near the heart of it. Then let us meet them like necessities :

War. It is but as a body, yet distemperd; And that same word even now cries out on us; Which to his former strength may be restor’d,

They say, the bishop and Northumberland With good advice, and little medicine :

Are fifty thousand strong. My lord Northumberland will soon be cool’d.


It cannot be, my lord; K. Hen. O heaven! that one might read the book Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, of fate;

The numbers of the fear's: - Please it your grace, And see the revolution of the times

To go to bed ; upon my life, my lord,
Make mountains level, and the continent

The powers that you already have sent forth,
9 Noise.
| Those in lowly situations.

Shall bring this prize in very easily.

To comfort you the more, I have receivid

Su. Thereafter as they be; a score of good ewes
A certain instance, that Glendower is dead. may be worth ten pounds.
Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill;

Shal. And is old Double dead!
And these unseason'd hours, perforce, must add
Unto your sickness.

Enter BARDOLPH, and one with him.
K. Hen.

I will take your counsel : Sil. Here come two of sir John Falstaff's men, And, were these inward wars once out of hand, as I think. We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land.

Bard. Good morrow, honest gentlemen : I be[Ereunt. seech you, which is justice Shallow ?

Shal. I am Robert Shallow, sir ; a poor esquire SCENE II.

Court before Justice Shallow's
House in Gloucestershire.

of this county, and one of the king's justices of the

peace : What is your good pleasure with me? Enter SHALLOW and SILENCE, meeting ; MOULDY,

Bard. My captain, sir, commends him to you: SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, BULL-Calf, and Sera my captain, sir John Falstaff: a tall 5 gentleman, vants behind.

by heaven, and a most gallant leader. Shal. Come on, come on, come on; give me your backsword man: How doth the good knight ? may

Shal. He greets me well, sir ; I knew him a good hand, sir, give me your hand, sir ; an early stirrer, I ask, how my lady his wife doth? by the rood. 2 And how doth my good cousin Silence?

Bard. Sir, pardon; a soldier is better accommo

dated, than with a wife. Si. Good morrow, good cousin Shallow. Shal. And how doth my cousin, your bedfellow? said indeed too. Better accommodated !- it is good;

Shal. It is well said, in faith, sir; and it is well and your fairest daughter, and mine, my god-daugh

yea, indeed, it is: good phrases are surely, and ever ter Ellen ? Sil. Alas, a black ouzel, cousin Shallow.

were, very commendable. Accommodated! - it Shal. By yea and nay, sir, I dare say, my cousin

comes from accommodo : very good; a good phrase. William is become a good scholar: He is at Oxford, Phrase, call you it? By this good day, I know not

Bard. Pardon me, sir : I have heard the word. still, is he not? Sil. Indeed, sir ; to my cost.

the phrase : but I will maintain the word with any Shal. He must then to the inns of court, shortly: sword, to be a soldier-like word, and a word of exI was once of Clement's Inn; where, I think, they when a man is, as they say, accommodated : or

Accommodated; that is, will talk of mad Shallow yet. Sil. You were called — lusty Shallow, then, cousin.

when a man is, - being, whereby, - he may be Shal. By the mass, I was called any thing; and thought to be accommodated; which is an excellent I would have done any thing indeed, and roundly

thing, too. There was I, and little John Doit of Stafford

Enter FalstAFF. shire, and black George Bare, and Francis Pick

Shal. It is very just : — Look, here comes good bone, and Will Squele a Cotswold man, - you had sir John. – Give me your good hand, give me your not four such swinge-bucklers in all the inns of worship’s good hand : By my troth, you look well, court again: and I may say to you, we knew where and bear your years very well. welcome, good sir John. the bona-robas were, Then was Jack Falstaff, now

Fal. I am glad to see you well, good master sir John, a boy; and page to Thomas Mowbray,

Robert Shallow : Master Sure-card, as I think. duke of Norfolk.

Shal. No, sir John; it is my cousin Silence, in Sil. This sir John, cousin, that comes hither anon,

commission with me. about soldiers ?

Fal. Good master Silence, it well befits you Shal. The same sir John, the very same, I

should be of the peace. him break Skogan's head at the court gate, when

Si. Your good worship is welcome. he was a crack », not thus high : and the very same

Fal. Fye! this is hot weather. Gentlemen, have day did I fight with one Sampson Stockfish, á fruit you provided me here half a dozen sufficient men? erer; behind Gray's Inn. O, the mad days that I Shal. Marry, have we sir. Will you sit ? have spent! and to see how many of mine old ac

Fal. Let me see them, I beseech you. quaintance are dead !

Shal. Where's the roll? where's the roll? where's Sil. We shall all follow, cousin.

the roll ? - Let me see, let me see. So, so, so, so: Shal. Certain, 'tis certain ; very sure, very sure;

Yea, marry, sir- Ralph Mouldy:- let them appear death is certain to all; all shall die. How a good as I call; let them do so, let them do so.

Let me yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair?

see; where is Mouldy? Si. Truly, cousin, I was not there.

Moul. Here, an't please you. Shal. Death is certain. — Is old Double of your

Shal. What think you, sir John ; a good limbed town living yet?

fellow : young, strong, and of good friends. Su. Dead, sir.

Fal. Is thy name Mouldy ? Shal. Dead! See, see!- he drew a good bow;

Moul. Yea, an't please you. And dead! - He shot a fine shoot :- John of

Fal. 'Tis the more time thou wert used. Gaunt loved him well, and betted much money on

Shal. Ha, ha, ha! most excellent, things that are his head. Dead! – he would have clapp'd i' the mouldy, lack use: Very singular good ! — well said, clout at twelve score *; and carried you a forehand sir John; very well said. shaft at fourteen and fourteen and a half, that it

Fal. Prick him.

(T. SHALLOW. would have done a man's heart good to see.

Moul. My old dame will be undone now, for one How a score of ewes now ?

to do her husbandry, and her drudgery : you need

not to have pricked me ; there are other men fitter + Cross.

to go out than I. * Hit the white mark at twelve score yards.


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