ner; come, let's to dinner.-Jesu, the days that we have seen!-Come, come.

[Exeunt Shallow, Falstaff, Silence, and Page.

Bull. Good Master Corporate1 Bardolph, stand my friend; and here's four Harry ten shillings in French crowns for you. In very truth, sir, I had as lief be hang'd, 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.]

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Bard. Go to; [Taking the money] stand aside.

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

Bard. Go to; [Taking the money] 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 is too good to serve's prince; and let it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for the

Shallow. Here's Wart; you see what a ragged appearance it is: a' 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 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

2 Thews, muscle.

8 Assemblance, aggregate, tout ensemble.

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men, and spare me the great ones. -Put me a caliver1 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, bald shot. Well said, i' faith, Wart; [thou'rt a good scab: hold, there's a tester3 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 quiver1 fellow, and a' would manage you his piece thus; and a' would about and about, and come you in and come you in:"1ah, tah, tah," would a' say; "bounce"5 would a' say; and away again would a' go, and again would a' come.-I shall ne'er see such a fellow.

Fal. These fellows will do well, Master Shallow. Farewell, 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.

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justices; I do see the bottom of Justice Shallow. Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying! This same starv'd justice hath done nothing but prate to me of the wildness of his youth, and the feats he hath done about Turnbull Street; and every third word a lie, duer 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 a' was naked, he was,} for all the world, like a fork'd radish, with a head fantastically carv'd upon it with a knife; a' was so forlorn that his dimensions to any thick sight were invincible;] a' was? the very genius of famine, yet lecherous as a monkey, [and the whores called him mandrake. A' came ever in the rearward of the fashion, and sung those tunes to the overscutch'd housewives that he heard the carmen whistle, and sware they were his fancies or his good-nights.] And now is this Vice's dagger become a squire, and talks as familiarly of John o' Gaunt as if he had been sworn brother to him; and I'll be sworn a' ne'er saw him but once in the Tilt-yard, and then he burst his head for crowding among the marshal's men. I saw it, and told John o' Gaunt he beat his own name; for you might have thrust him and all his apparel into an eel-skin; the case of a treble hautboy was a mansion for him, a court: and now has he land and beefs. Well, I'll be acquainted with him, if I return; [and it shall go hard but I will make him a philosopher's two stones to me.] If the young dace be a bait for the old pike, I see no reason in the law of nature but I may snap at him. Let time shape, and there an end. [Exit. 358

Briefly, to this end: we are all diseas'd,
And with our surfeiting and wanton hours
Have brought ourselves into a burning fever,
And we must bleed for it; of which disease
Our late king, Richard, being infected, died.
But, my most noble Lord of Westmoreland,
I take not on me here as a physician,
Nor do I as an enemy to peace
Troop in the throngs of military men;
But rather show awhile like fearful war,
To diet rank minds, sick of happiness,
And purge the obstructions which begin to
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Moub. Why not to him in part, and to us all That feel the bruises of the days before, And suffer the condition of these times To lay a heavy and unequal hand Upon our honours?

West. O, my good Lord Mowbray, Construe the times to their necessities, And you shall say indeed, it is the time. And not the king, that doth you injuries. Yet for your part, it not appears to me, Either from the king or in the present time, That you should have an inch of any ground To build a grief3 on. Were you not restor❜d To all the Duke of Norfolk's signories, Your noble and right well remember'd father's? Mowb. What thing, in honour, had my father lost,

1 Grate on, vex, harass.

2 Commotion's, rebellion's.

3 Grief, grievance.

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Their eyes of fire sparkling through sights") of steel,

And the loud trumpet blowing them together, Then, then, when there was nothing could. have stay'd

My father from the breast of Bolingbroke,O, when the king did throw his warders down, His own life hung upon the staff he threw; Then threw he down himself and all their' lives

That by indictment and by dint of sword Have since miscarri'd9 under Bolingbroke. West. You speak, Lord Mowbray, now you know not what.

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The Earl of Hereford was reputed then
In England the most valiant gentleman.
Who knows on whom fortune would then
have smil'd?

But if your father had been victor there,
He ne'er had borne it out of Coventry:
For all the country in a general voice
Cri'd hate upon him; and all their prayers
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Were set on Hereford, whom they doted on
And bless'd and grac'd indeed, more than the
king.
But this is mere digression from my purpose.]
Here come I from our princely general

To know your griefs; to tell you from his grace

That he will give you audience; and wherein It shall appear that your demands are just, You shall enjoy them, every thing set off That might so much as think you enemies. Mowb. But he hath forc'd us to compel this offer;

And it proceeds from policy, not love.

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Of dainty and such picking 14 grievances;
[For he hath found to end one doubt by death
Revives two greater in the heirs of life,
And therefore will he wipe his tables 15 clean,
And keep no tell-tale to his memory
That may repeat and history 16 his loss
To new remembrance; for full well he knows
He cannot so precisely weed this land
As his misdoubts 17 present occasion. 18
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His foes are so enrooted with his friends
That, plucking to unfix an enemy,
He doth unfasten so and shake a friend;
[So that this land, like an offensive wife 210
That hath enrag'd him on to offer strokes,
As he is striking, holds his infant up,
And hangs 19 resolv'd 20 correction in the armi
That was uprear'd to execution.21]

Hast. Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods

On late offenders, that 22 he now doth lack
The very instruments of chastisement;
So that his power, like to a fangless lion,
May offer,23 but not hold.

3 Battle, army.