Fal. No, thinke thou art not: I thinke chou act quic for that. Marry, there is another Indictment vpon thee, for fuffering fein to bee eaten in thy house, contrary to the Law, for the which I thinke thou wilt howle.

Haft. All Viduallers doe fo: What is a loyat of Mutton,or two,in a whole Lent ?

Prince, You, Gentlewoman,
Dol. What fayes your Grace?

Fallt. His Grace fayes that, which his flesh rebells gainft.

Hof. Who knocks fo loved at doore? Looke to the

doore these, Frantis ?

Bard. You muft away to Court, Sir,prefently,
A dozen Captaines flay at doore for you.

Et. Pay the Mufitians, Sirtha: farewell Hofteffe, (3) farewell Dol. You fee (my good Wenches) how men of Merit ats fought after: the vndeferuer may fleepe, when 250 the man of Action is call don. Farewell good Wenches: if I be not fent away poffe, I will fee you againe, ere I

Soc. Dol. I cannot fpeake: if my heart bee not readie (2) to bur--- Well (sweete Jacke) haue a care of thy

felfe

How many thouland of my pooreft Subic&s
Are at this hoture afleepe? O Sicepe, O gentle Sleepe,
Natures loft Nurfe,how haue i frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids downe,
And ferpe my Sences in
in (moakie Cribs,

Why rather (Sleepe) lyeft thouffe?

Vpon vncafie Pallads ftretching thee,
And buifht with buffing Night, flyes to thy flamber,
Then in the perfum'd Chambers of the Great ?
Xnder the Canopies of coftly Suce,

d lull'd with founds of sweetelt Melodie?
O thou dull God, why lyeft thou with the vilde,
In loathfome Beds,and leau'ft the Kingly Couch,
A Watch-cafe,or a common Larum-Bell?
Wilt thou,vpon the high and giddie Mast,
Seale vp the Ship-boyes Eyes,and rock his Braines,
In Cradle of the rude imperious Surge,
And in the vifitation of the Windes,
Who take the Ruffian Billowes by the top,
Curling their monftrous heads,and hanging them
With deaffning Clamors in the flipp'ry Clouds,
That with the hurley Death it felfe awakes?
Canft thou (O partiall Sleepe) give thy Repofe.
To the wet Sea-Boy,in an houre fo rude:
And in the calmeft, and moft ftilleft Night,
With all appliances, and meanes to boote,
Deny it to a King? Then happy Lowe.lye dewne,
Vncafic lyes the Head, that weares a Crownt.

Eater Warwicke and Surrey.

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King. Then you perceive the Body of cur Kingdome, 250
How foule it is: what ranke Difcales grow,
And with what danger, neere the Heart of it?

War. It is but as a Body,yet difcmper'd,
Which to his former ftrength may be reflor'd.
With good advice, and little Medicine:
My Lord Northumberland will foone be cool'd.
King.Oh Heauen,that one might read the Book of Fate,
And ice the reuolution of the Times

Make Mountaings leuell and the Continent
(Wearie of folide firmeneffe) melt it felfe
Into the Sea: and other Times, to lea
The beachie Girdle of the Ocean

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Too wide for Neptunes hippes; how Chances mocks And Changes fill the Cuppe of Alteration

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With diuers Liquors. 'Tis not tenne yeeres gone,
Since Richard,and Northumberland, great friends,
Did feaft together; and in two yeerer after,
Were they at Warres. It is but cight yeeres fince,
This Lere was the man, neereft my Soule,
Who, like a Brother, toyl'd in my Affaires,
And layd his Loue and Life vnder my foot:
Yea, for my fake,cuen to the eyes of Richard
Gaue him defiance. But which of you was ty
(You Coufin Neul,as I may remember)
When Richard, with his Eye,brim-full of Tearca,
(Then check'd, and rated by Northumberland)
Did fpeake these words (now prou'da Prophecie:)
Northumberland,thou Ladder, by the which

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My Coufin Ballingbrooke afcends my Throne:
(Though tuen, Heauen knowes, I had no fuch intent,
But that neceffitie fo bow'd the State,

That I and Greatneffe were compell'd to kiffe:) (5) The Time fhail come (thus did hee follow it)

The Time will come that foule Sinne gathering head, Shall breake into Corruption: fo went on, 17 Fore-telling this fame Times Condition, And the diuifion of our Amitie.

War. There is a Hiftorie in all mens Liues,
50 Figuring the nature of the Times deceas'd:
The which obferu d, a man may prophecie
With a neere avme,of the maine chance of things,
As yet not come to Life,which in their Scedes
And weake beginnings lye entreasured:
Such things become the Hatch and Brood of Time;
100 And by the neceffarie forme of this,

King Richard might create a perfect guesse,
That great Northumberland, then falfe to him,
Would of that Seed,grow to a greater falleneffe,
Which fhould not finde a ground to roote vpon,
Vnleffe on you.

King. Are thefe things then Neceffities?
Then let vs meete them like Neceffities;

150) And that fame word,cuen now cryes out on ys:
They fay the Bishop and Northumberland
Are fiftie thoufand strong,

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War. It cannot be (my Lord.)

Rumor doth double,like the Voice,and Eccho,

The numbers of the feared. Please it your Grace

(2) Togoe to bed, vpon my Life (my Lord)
200 The Pow'rs that you alreadie haue fent forth,
Shall bring this Prize in very cafily,

To confort you the more, I haue receiu'd
A certaine infance,that Glendour is dead.

1 Your Maicftie hath beene this fort-night ill,
And thefe vnfeafon'd howres perforce must adde
Vnto your Sickneffe.

King. I will take your counfaile:

250 And were thefe inward Warres once out of hand, 1h (2) Wee would (deare Lords) vnto the Holy-Land. Exeunt.

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Enter Shallow and Silence: with Mouldie ̧Shadow,
Wart, Feeble, Bull-calfe.

Shal. Come-on,come-on.come-on: give mee your
Hand,Sir; giue mes your Hand, Sir: an early furrer,by
the Rood. And how doth my good Coufin Silence i
Sil. Good-morrow,good Coufin Shalloy.

Shal. And how doth my Coufin, your Bed-fellow? 1h 300 and your fairest Daughter, and mine, my God-Daughter

Sil. Indeede Sir,to my cost.

Shal. Hee must then to the Innes of Court shortly: 1 (2)350 was once of Clements Inne; where (I thinke) they will talke of mad Shallow yet.

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Sil. You were call'd luftie Shallow then(Coufin) Shal. I was call'd any thing: and I would haue done any thing indeede too.and roundly too. There was I,and little John Doit of Staffordshire, and blacke George Bare, and Francis Pick-bone, and Will Squele a Cot-fal-man, you sh had not foure fuch Swindge-bucklers in all the Innes of 50 1h Court againe: Aud I may lay to you, wee knew where the Bona-Roba's were, and had the best of them all at 1h commandement. Then was lacke Falstaffe(now Sit Ichn); a Boy, and Page to Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Nor. (3)

folke.

Sil. This Sir Toba (Coufiny that comes hither anonsbout Souldiers? 100 (1)

Shal. The fame Sir John, the very fame: 1 faw him breake Scoggan's Head at the Court-Gate, when he was 1h a Crack,not thus high: and the very fame day did I fight with one Sampfon Stock-fish, a Fruiterer, behinde Greyes-2h Inne. Oh the mad dayes that I haue spent! and to fee how many of mine olde Acquaintance are dead? Sil. Wee fhall all follow (Coufin.) Shal. Certaine: 'tis certaine : very fure, very fure: Death is certaine to all, all hall dye. How a good Yoke of Bullocks at Stamford Fayre?

Sil. Truly Coufin, I was not there.

Shal. Death is certaine. Is old Double of your Towne living yet?

Sil. Dead,Sir.

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Shal. Dead? See, fee: hee drew a good Bow: and dead? hee hot a fine fhoote. John of Gaunt loued him well, and betted much Money on his head. Dead? hee would hauc clapt in the Clowt at Twelue-fcore,and 1h carryed you a fore-hand Shaft at fourereene, and fourescene and a halfe, that it would hate done a mans heart good to fee. How a score of Ewes now?

Sil. Thereafter as they be: a fcore of good Ewes may be worth tenne pounds.

Shal. And is olde Double dead ? 994- (6 )— 10 h

Enter Bardolph and his Bog.

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Sil. Heere come two of Sir John Falstaffes Men (as 1800 (3) thinke.)

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Shal. Good-morrow,honest Gentlemen. Bard. I befeech you,which is fuftice Shallow ? Shal. I am Robert Shallow (Sir)a poore Efquire of this (1) Countie, and one of the Kings Iuftices of the Peace: What is your good pleafure with me?

Bard. My Capraine (Sit) commends him to you: (1) my Captaine,Sir John Falstaffe: a tall Gentleman, and a 350 moft gallant Leader.

Shal. Hee greetes me well. (Sir) I knew him a (1) good Back-Sword-man. How doth the good Knight? 2 h may I aske.how my Lady his Wife doth?

Bard. Sir,pardon: a Souldier is better accommodated,then with a Wife.

Shal. It is well faid Sir; and it is well faid, indeede, 400 too: Better accommodated? it is goed, yea indeede is it: good phrafes are furcly, and euery where very commendable. Accommodated, it comes of Accommoda: very good a good Phrafe.

Brd. Pardon, Sir, I haue heard the word. Phrafe call you it? by this Day, I know nor the Phrafe but 450 I will maintaine the Word with my Sword, to bee a Souldier-like Word, and a Word of exceeding good h Command. Accommodated: that is, when a man is (as they fay) accommodated: or, when a man is, being (3) whereby

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old: certaine thee's qld: end had Robin Night-werke, by old Night-worke, before I came to Clements nne.

Sil. That's fiftie fiue yeeres sgoe.

Shad. Hah, Coufin Silence, that thou hadit feene that, that this Knight and I baue fcene: hah, Sir John, faid I

well?

Falft. Wee haue heard the Chymes at mid-nighi,Ma Aer Shakow.

Shal. That wee haus. that wee have; in faith, Sir Zehn, wee haue: our watch-word was, Hem-Boyes. Come, ler's to Dinner; come,let's to Dinner: Oh the dayes that wee haue fcene. Come,come.

Bal. Good Mafter Corporate Bardolph, ftand my friend, and heere is foute Harry tenne fhillings in French Crownes for you: in very truth,fit,I had as lief be hang'd fir,as goe: and yet for mine owne part,fir,I do not care; but rather, becaufe 1 am vnwilling, and for mine owne part,haue a defire to flay with my friends: cife, fir. I did ifot care,forinine owne part,fo much.

Bard. Go-too: ftand afide..

Mould. And good Mafter Corporall Captaine, for my old Dames fake, ftand my friend: hee hath no body to doc any thing about her, when I am gone: and he is old, and cannot helpe her felfe: you fhall haue fortic,fir. Bard, Go-too: ftand afide.

Feeble. I care not, a man can die bur once: wee owe a death. I will neuer beare a base minde: if it be my destime,fo: if it be not,fo: no`man is too good to ferue his Prince: and let it goe which way it will, he that dics this yecre,is quit for the next..

Bard. "Well faid, thou art a good fellow.
Feeble. Nay,I will beare no bale minde,
Faift. Come fir,which men fhall I haue?

Shal. Foure of which you pleafe.

Shal. Hee is not his Crafts-mafter, hee doth not doe itright. I remember at Mile-end-Greene, when 1 lay at Clements Inne. I was then Sir Dagoner in cArthurs Show: there was a little quiuer fellow, and hee would manage you his Peece thus: and hce would about, and about, and come you in, and come you in: Rah tah, tah, would hee fay, Bownce would hee fay, and away againe would hee goe, and againe would he come: 1 fhall ocuer fee fuch a fellow.

Falt. Thele fellowes will doe well, Mafter Shaker. Farewell Mafier Silence, I will not vfe many wordes with you: fare you well, Gentlemen both: I thanke you: 1 muft a dozen mile to night, Bardolph, giue the Souldiers Coates."

Shal. Sir Jobs, Heauen bleffe you, and profper your Affaires, and fend vs Peace. As you returne, vifit my house. Let our old acquaintance be renewed: pes aduenture I will with you to the Court

Falt. I would you would, Master shallow.
Shal. Go-too: I haue fpoke at a word. Fare you

well.

Exit

Faif. Fare you well, genile Gentlemen. On B dolphs, leade the men away. As I returne, I will fetch of thefe Iuftices: 1 doe fee the bottome of luffice Shallew. How fubie&t wee old men are to this vice of y ing? This fame ftaru'd fuftice hath done nothing but prate to nie of the wildeneffe of his Youth, and the Feares hee hath done about Turnball-ftreer, and cuery third word a Lye, duer pay'd to the hearer, then the Turkes Tribute. I doe remember him at Clements Ione, like a man made after Supper,of a Chéefe.paring, Wher hee was naked, hee was, for all the world, like a forked Radifh, with a Head fantaftically caru'd vpon it with Knife. Hee was fo forlore, that his Dimenfions (ro)

Falt. Go-too: well.

Shal. Come, fir Iohn, which foure will you haue?
Halft. Doc you chufe for me.

Shal, Marry then, Mouldic, Bull-calfe, Feeble, and shadow.

Falft. Mouldic, and Bull-calfe: for you Mouldie,tay at home, till you are paft feruice: and for your patt, Bull calfe,grow till you come vnto it: I will none of you.

Shal. Sir Iobn,Sir lohn, doe nor your felfe wrong,they are your likelyef men,and I would haue you feru'd with the best.

Falft. Will you tell me (Mafter Shallow) how to chufe aman? Care I for the Limbe, the Thewes, the ftature, butke, and bigge affemblance of a man? giue mee the fpirit (Maltes Shallow.) Where's Wart? you fee what a ragged appearance it is: hee fhall charge you, and difcharge you, with the motion of a Pewterers Ham. rer: come off, and on, fwifter then hee that gibbers on the Brewers Bucker. And this fame halfe-fac'd fellow, Shases, give me this man: hee prefents no marke to the Encait, the for man may with as great ayme levell at the edge of a Pen-knife and for a Retrait, how (wifily will this reble, the Womans Taylor, runne off. O, giuc me the spare men, and fpare me the great ones. Put me a Calyuer inte Wares hand,Bardolph.

Bard. Hold Wart, Trauerfe: thus, chus,chus. Faift. Come,manage me your Calyuer: fo:very well, go-too,very good,exceeding good. O,giue me alwayes alittle,leane,old,chopt,bald Shor. Well faid wars, thou atagood Scab: hold,there is a Tefter for thee,

Genius of Famine: hee came euer in the rere-ward of the Fashion: And now is this Vices Dagger become a Squire, and talkes as familiarly of Iohu of Gaunt,as if hee had beene fworne Brother co him: and Ile be fworne hee neuer faw him but once in the Tilt-yard, and then he burst his Head, for crowding among the Marshals men. I saw it, and told John of Gaunt, hee bear his owne Name, for you might have trufs'd him and all his Apparrell into an Eeleskinne: the Cafe of a Treble Hosboy was a Manfion for him: a Court: and now hath hee Land,and Beeues. Well, 1 will be acquainted with him,if I returne: and it fall goe hard, but I will make him a Philofophers two Stones to me. If the young Dace bea Bayc for the old Pike, I fee no reafon in the Law of Nature, but I may foap at him. Let time hape and there an end. EXENES