two of Sir John Falstaff’s men, as I think.
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Enter Bardolph and one with him. |
| Bardolph |
Good morrow, honest gentlemen: I beseech you, which is Justice Shallow? |
| Shallow |
I am Robert Shallow, sir; a poor esquire of this county, and one of the king’s justices of the peace: What is your good pleasure with me? |
| Bardolph |
My captain, sir, commends him to you; my captain, Sir John Falstaff, a tall gentleman, by heaven, and a most gallant leader. |
| Shallow |
He greets me well, sir. I knew him a good backsword man. How doth the good knight? may I ask how my lady his wife doth? |
| Bardolph |
Sir, pardon; a soldier is better accommodated than with a wife. |
| Shallow |
It is well said, in faith, sir; and it is well said indeed too. Better accommodated! it is good; yea, indeed, is it: good phrases are surely, and ever were, very commendable. Accommodated! it comes of “accommodo:” very good; a good phrase. |
| Bardolph |
Pardon me, sir; I have heard the word. Phrase call you it? by this good day, I know not the phrase; but I will maintain the word with my sword to be a soldier-like word, and a word of exceeding good command, by heaven. Accommodated; that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated; or when a man is, being, whereby a’ may be thought to be accommodated; which is an excellent thing. |
| Shallow |
It is very just. |
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Enter Falstaff. |
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Look, here comes good Sir John. Give me your good hand, give me your worship’s good hand: by my troth, you like well and bear your years very well: welcome, good Sir John. |
| Falstaff |
I am glad to see you well, good Master Robert Shallow: Master Surecard, as I think? |
| Shallow |
No, Sir John; it is my cousin Silence, in commission with me. |
| Falstaff |
Good Master Silence, it well befits you should be of the peace. |
| Silence |
Your good worship is welcome. |
| Falstaff |
Fie! this is hot weather, gentlemen. Have you provided me here half a dozen sufficient men? |
| Shallow |
Marry, have we, sir. Will you sit? |
| Falstaff |
Let me see them, I beseech you. |
| Shallow |
Where’s the roll? where’s the roll? where’s the roll? Let me see, let me see, let me see. So, so, so, so, so, so, so: yea, marry, sir: Ralph Mouldy! Let them appear as I call; let them do so, let them do so. Let me see; where is Mouldy? |
| Mouldy |
Here, an’t please you. |
| Shallow |
What think you, Sir John? a good-limbed fellow; young, strong, and of good friends. |
| Falstaff |
Is thy name Mouldy? |
| Mouldy |
Yea, an’t please you. |
| Falstaff |
’Tis the more time thou wert used. |
| Shallow |
Ha, ha, ha! most excellent, i’ faith! Things that are mouldy lack use: very singular good! in faith, well said, Sir John, very well said. |
| Falstaff |
Prick him. |
| Mouldy |
I was pricked well enough before, an 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 pricked me; there are other men fitter to go out than I. |
| Falstaff |
Go to: peace, Mouldy; you shall go. Mouldy, it is time you were spent. |
| Mouldy |
Spent! |
| Shallow |
Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside: know you where you are? For the other, Sir John: let me see: Simon Shadow! |
| Falstaff |
Yea, marry, let me have him to sit under: he’s like to be a cold soldier. |
| Shallow |
Where’s Shadow? |
| Shadow |
Here, sir. |
| Falstaff |
Shadow, whose son art thou? |
| Shadow |
My mother’s son, sir. |
| Falstaff |
Thy mother’s son! like enough, and thy father’s shadow: so the son of the female is the shadow of the male: it is often so, indeed; but much of the father’s substance! |
| Shallow |
Do you like him, Sir John? |
| Falstaff |
Shadow will serve for summer; prick him, for we have a number of shadows to fill up the muster-book. |
| Shallow |
Thomas Wart! |
| Falstaff |
Where’s he? |
| Wart |
Here, sir. |
| Falstaff |
Is thy name Wart? |
| Wart |
Yea, sir. |
| Falstaff |
Thou art a very ragged wart. |
| Shallow |
Shall I prick him down, Sir John? |
| Falstaff |
It were superfluous; for his apparel is built upon his back and the whole frame stands upon pins: prick him no more. |
| Shallow |
Ha, ha, ha! you can do it, sir; you can do it: I commend you well. Francis Feeble! |
| Feeble |
Here, sir. |
| Falstaff |
What trade art thou, Feeble? |
| Feeble |
A woman’s tailor, sir. |
| Shallow |
Shall I prick him, sir? |
| Falstaff |
You may: but if he had been a man’s tailor, he’d ha’ pricked you. Wilt thou make as many holes in an enemy’s battle as thou hast done in a woman’s petticoat? |
| Feeble |
I will do my good will, sir: you can have no more. |
| Falstaff |
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. |
| Feeble |
I would Wart might have gone, sir. |
| Falstaff |
I would thou wert a man’s tailor, that thou mightst 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. |
| Feeble |
It shall suffice, sir. |
| Falstaff |
I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble. Who is next? |
| Shallow |
Peter Bullcalf o’ the green! |
| Falstaff |
Yea, marry, let’s see Bullcalf. |
| Bullcalf |
Here, sir. |
| Falstaff |
’Fore God, a likely fellow! Come, prick me Bullcalf till he roar again. |
| Bullcalf |
O Lord! good my lord captain— |
| Falstaff |
What, dost thou roar before thou art pricked? |
| Bullcalf |
O Lord, sir! I am a diseased man. |
| Falstaff |
What disease hast thou? |
| Bullcalf |
A whoreson cold, sir, a cough, sir, which I caught with ringing in the king’s affairs upon his coronation-day, sir. |
| Falstaff |
Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown; we wilt have away thy cold; and I will take such order that my friends shall ring for thee. Is here all? |
| Shallow |
Here 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. |
| Falstaff |
Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot tarry dinner. I am glad to see you, by my troth, Master Shallow. |
| Shallow |
O, Sir John, do you remember since we lay all |