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Feeble. Here, Sir.
. Shall I prick him, Sir ?
. 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 Sballow,
Feeble. I would, Wert 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 be a private soldier, that is the leader of lo many
thousands. Let that suffice, most forcible Feeble.
Feeble. It shall suffice.
Shal. Peter Bull-calf of the Green,
. Yea, marry, let us see Bull-calf.
. Trust me, a likely fellow. Come, prick mo Bull-calf, till he roar again. Bul
. Oh, good my lord captain, Fol
. Whar, dost thou roar before th’art prickt ? Bul. Oh, Sir, I am a diseased man. Fal. What disease haft thou ?
Bul. A whorson 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. There is two more called than your number, you must have but four here, Sir; and so, 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 since we lay all night in the wind-mill 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, mafter Shallow.
Fal. Never, never. She would always say, she could not abide master Sballow.
Shal. By the mass, I could anger her to the heart. She was then a 4 Bona-roba. Doch she hold her own well?
Fal. Old, old, master Shallow.
Shal. Nay, she must be old, she cannot chufe but be old ; certain, she's old, and had Robin Nightwork by old Night-work, before I came to Clement's Inn.
Sil. That's fifty-five years ago.
Shal. Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadít feen That, that this knight and I have seen !hah, Sir Jobn, said I well ?
Fal. We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master 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. -Oh, the days that we have seen! come, come.
Bora-Roba.] A fine showy wanton,
Bul. (afde te Bardolph] Good master corporate Bardolph, ftand my friend, and here is four" Harry ten fhillings in French Crowns for you ; in very truth, Sir
, I had as lief be hang’d, Sir, as go ; and my own part, Sir, I do not care, but rather because I am unwilling, and for my own part, have a desire to stay with my friends ; else, Sir, I did not care for mine own part so much. Bard. Go to ; stand aside.
Moul. And good master corporal captain, for my old Dame's fake stand my friend ; she hath no body to do any thing about her when I am gone, and she's old and cannot help her self ; you shall have forty, Sir. Bard. Go to; stand aside.
Feeble. I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God a death, I will never bear a base mind; if it be my destiny, so; if it be not, 1o. No man is too good to serve his Prince; and let it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next.
Bard. Well said, thou art a good fellow.
Bard. Sir, a word with you :-SI have three pound to free Mouldy and Bull-calf.
Fal. Go to: well.
Sbal. Marry then, Mculdy, Bull-calf, Feeble, and Shallow.
Fal. Mouldy, and Bull-calf – For you, Mouldy, stay at home till you are past service ; and for your part, Bull-calf, grow till you come unto it. I will none of you.
5- I have three pound] for each. Perhaps he meant to Here seems to be a wrong com conceal part of the profit. putation. He had forty shillings
Shal. Sir John, Sir John, do not yourself wrong, they are your likeliest men, and I would have you servd with the best.
Fal. Will you tell me, master Shallow, how to chuse a man ? care I for the limb, the thewes, the stature, bulk and big semblance of a man? give me the spirit, maiter 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-fac'd fellow Shadow, give me this man, he presents 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 swiftly will this Feeble, the woman's tailor, run off? O give me the fpare men, and spare me the great ones.
Put me a caliver ? into Wart's hand, Bardolph.
Bard. Hold, Wart, traverse ; thus, thus, thus.
Fal. Come, manage me your caliver. So, very well, go to, very good, exceeding good. O, give me always a little, lean, old, chopt, 8 bald shot. Well said, Wart, thou art a good scab. Hold, there is a tester for thee.
Shal. He is not his craft-master, he doth not do it right. I remember at Mile-End Green, when I lay at Ciement's Inn, ' I was then Sir Dagonet in Arthur's
- Swifter than he that is frosn Beaumont and Fletcher in gibbets on the brewer's bucket.} their Kright of the burning Pefke. Swifter than he that carries beer Boy. Besides, it will jbewill from the vat to the barrel, in favruredly' ro hive a Grocer's buckets hung upon a gibbet or Prentice to court a King'sDaughter. beam crofling his shoulders. Cit. Will it fo, Sir? You are 7 Caliver, a hand-gun. well read in Histories! I pray you,
bald shot.] Shot is used what was Sir Dagonet? Was for frcoter, one who is to fight not he Prentice to a Grocer in by shooting
London? Read the Play of The 9- I was then Sir Dagonet Four Prentices of London, wbere in Arthur's Show; ] The only they of their Pikes fo: &c. Intelligence I have gleaned of
THEOBALD. this worthy Wight, Sir Dagcnet, The story of Sir Dagovet is to
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, tah, tah, would he say ; bounce, would he say, and away again would he go, and again would he come. I shall never see such a fellow.
Fal. These fellows will do well. Master Shallow, God keep you ; farewel, 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.
Sbal. 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. Sbal. Go to; I have spoke at a word. Fare you well.
(Exeunt Shal. and Sil. Fal. Fare you well, gentle gentlemen. On, Bardolpb, lead the men away. As I return, I will fetch off these Justices. I do see the bottom of Justice Shallow. How subject we old men are to this Vice of lying! this fame starv'd Justice hath done nothing but prate to me of the wildness of his youth, and the feats he hath done about Turnbal-street; and every third word a lie, more duly 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 carvod upon
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