Fal. Good Mafter Silence, it well befits you fball be of the Peace.

Sil. Your good Worship is welcome..

Fal. Phew! this is hot weather.Gentlemen, have you provided me here a few fufficient men? Shal. Marry, have we, Sir. Will you fit?

Fal. Let me fee them, I beseech you.

Shal.

Where's the roll?-where's the roll ?— where's the roll? Let me fee, let me fee! fo, so, fo, fo:—Yea, marry, Sir :-Ralph Mouldy!—Let them appear as I call.----Let them do fo, let them do fo. Let me fee: where is Mouldy?

Enter MOULDY.

Moul. Here, an't please you.

Shal. What think you, Sir John, a good limbed fellow young, strong, and of good friends.

Fal. Is thy name Mouldy?

Moul. Yea, an't please you.

Fal. 'Tis the more time thou wert used.

Shal. Ha, ha, ha! most excellent i'faith. Things that are mouldy lack ufe: very fingular good. Well faid, Sir John, very well faid!

Fal. Prick him.

Moul.

Moul. I was well enough before, an you could have let me alone. My old dame will be undone now, for one to do her husbandry. You need not have pricked me: there are others fitter to go out than I.

Fal. Go to; peace, Mouldy, you shall go!

Shal. Peace, fellow, peace!-Stand afide! Know you where you are? For the other, Sir John-Let me fee; Simon Shadow!

Fal. Ay, marry, let me have him to fit under;. he is like to be a cold foldier.

Shal. Where's Shadow?

Enter SHADOW.

Shad. Here, Sir.

Fal. Shadow, whofe fon art thou?

Shad. My mother's fon, Sir.

Fal. Thy mother's fon! like enough;-and thy father's fhadow:-so the son of the female is the fhadow of the male. It is often fo indeed.

Shal. Do you like him, Sir John?

Fal. Shadow will ferve for fummer. Prick him; for we have a number of shadows to fill up the mufter-book.

Shal. Thomas Wart!

Enter

Fal. Thou art a very ragged Wart.

Shal. Shall I prick him down, Sir John? Fal. It were fuperfluous; for his apparel is built upon his back, and the whole frame ftands upon pins:-prick him no more!

Shal. Ha, ha, ha! you can do it, Sir, you can do it: I commend you well. Francis Feeble!

Enter FEEBLE.

Feeble. Here, Sir.

Fal. What trade art thou, Feeble?

Feeble. A woman's tailor, Sir.

Shal. Shall I prick him, Sir?

Fal. You may: but if he had been a man's tailor, he would have pricked you. Wilt thou make as many holes in an enemy's line, as thou haft made in a petticoat?

Feeble. I will do my good will, Sir; you can have no more.

Fal. Well faid, good tailor! well faid, cou

rageous

rageous Feeble! thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful dove, or moft magnanimous moufe. Prick the tailor well, Mafter Shallow deep, Master Shallow.

Feeble. I would Wart might have gone, Sir.

Fal. I would thou wert a man's tailor, that thou mighteft mend him, and make him fit to go. I cannot put him to a private foldier, who is the leader of so many thousands. Keep to that meafure, most forcible Feeble !-Who is next?

Shal. Peter Bullcalf of the green.

Fal. Yea, marry, let us fee Bullcalf.

Enter BULLCALF.

Bull. Here, Sir.

Fal. Trust me, a likely fellow! Come, prick me Bullcalf, 'till he roar again.

Bull. O good my Lord Captain!

Fal. What, doft thou roar 'before thou art pricked ?

Bull. O Lord, Sir, I am a difeafed man.

Fal. What disease haft thou?

Bull. A cold, Sir, a cough, Sir, which I caught with ringing for the King, on his coronation day.

Fal. Come, thou fhall go to the wars in a gown.

We will have thy cold away, and I will take fuch order, that thy friends fhall ring for thee.-Is here all?

Shal. You must have but three 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 truth, Master Shallow.

Shal. O, Sir John, do you remember fince we lay all night in the wind-mill in St. George's Fields?

Fal. No more of that, good Master Shallow, no more of that!

Sil. That's fifty-five years ago.

Shal. Ah, Coufin Silence, that thou hadst feen what this Knight and I have seen! Ha, Sir John, faid I well?

Fal. We have heard the chimes at midnight, Mafter Shallow.

Shal. That we have, that we have, that we have; in faith, Sir John, we have our watch word was Hem, boys! Come, let's to dinner! O the days that we have seen! Come! Come!

(Exeunt SHAL. SIL. FAL.

Bull. Good Mafter Bardolph, ftand my friend;