and here is four Harry ten fhillings in French crowns for you. In very truth, Sir, I had as lief be hanged as go; and yet for my own part, Sir, I do not care; but rather because I am unwilling, and for my own part I have a defire to stay with my friends; elfe, Sir, I did not care, for my own part, fo much.

Bar. Go to: ftand afide.

Moul. And good Mafter Captain, for my old Dame's fake, ftand my friend; she is old, and cannot help herself; you fhall have forty, fhillings too, Sir.

Bar. Go to: ftand afide.

Feeble. I care not; a man can die but once. I will never bear a base mind: an it be my deftiny, fo: an it be not, fo. No man is too good to ferve his Prince; and let it go

which way it will,

he, that dies this year, is quit for the next.

Bar. Well faid, thou art a good fellow.-Let me fee: four pounds!That is twenty fhillings for myself.

Re-enter FAL. SHAL. and SIL.

Fal. Come, Sir, which men fhall I have?

Shal. Three: which

you please.

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Bar.

Bar. Sir, a word with you-(aside to FAL) I have three pounds to free Mouldy and Bull calf, Fal. Go to: well.

Shal. Come, Sir John, which three will you have? Fal. Do you chufe for me.

Shal. Marry then,--Mouldy, Bullcalf and Feeble, Fal. Mouldy and Bullcalf!-For you, Mouldy, stay at home still; you are paft fervice: and for your part, Bullcalf, grow 'till you come to it. I will none of you.

Shal. Sir John, Sir John, do not yourself wrong, They are the likelieft men, and I would have you ferved with the best.

Fal. Will you tell me, Mafter Shallow, how to chufe a man? Care I for the limbs, the stature, the bulk of a man?-Give me the fpirit, Mafter Shallow. Here's Wart; you fee what a ragged appearance it is: he fhall charge you and discharge you, with the motion of a pewterer's hammer. And this fame half-faced fellow, Shadow; give me this man, he presents no mark to the enemy; the foe may with as great aim level at the edge of a pen-knife. And, for a retreat, how swiftly will this Feeble, the tailor, run off? O give me the spare men, and spare me the great ones!-Put me a gun into Wart's hands, Bardolph.

Bax.

Bar. Hold, Wart, traverfe; thus, thus, thus.

Fal. Come, manage me your gun -So: very well very good: exceeding good !-O give me always a little, lean, old, chapped, bald shot. Well done, Wart, thou art a good fcab. Here's a tefter for thee!

Shal. He is not expert at his exercife.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 quiver fellow, and 'a would manage his piece thus,-and 'a would about and about, and come you in, and come you in :—rah, tah, tah, would he say-bounce, would he say; and again would he come :—1 shall never fee fuch a fellow.

Fal. Thefe fellows will do well. Mafter Shallow, Heaven keep you ! Farewell, Master Silence! Gentlemen both, I thank you: I must a dozen miles to night. Bardolph, give the foldiers coats.

Shal. Sir John, Heaven blefs you, and profper your affairs!-keep the French from our coafts, and give us a fafe and lafting Peace! As you return, vifit my houfe; let our old acquaintance be renewed. Peradventure I will go with you to the Court.

Fal. I wish you would, Master Shallow; Fare

you

you well. (Exeunt SHAL. aud SIL.) On, Bardolph, lead the men away! (Exeunt BAR. and RECRUITS.

I do fee the bottom of Juftice Shallow. How fubject we old men are to this vice of lying! This fame Juftice has done nothing but prate to me of the vices of his youth, and every third word a lie. I do remember him at Clement's Inn, like a man made after fupper of a cheese-paring. When he was naked, he was for all the world like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife. He was fo forlorn, that his dimensions, to any thick fight, were invifible: he was the very genius of famine. He came ever in the rear of the fashion, and fung those tunes, that he heard the carmen whistle, and fwore they were his own fancies. And now is this vice's dagger become a Squire; and talks as familiarly of John of Gaunt, as if he had been fworn brother to him and I'll be fworn he never faw him but once, in the croud. You might have thrust him, and all his apparel, into an eel-skin; the case of a treble hautboy was a manfion for him, a court; and now he hath land and beeves. Well, I will be well acquainted with him, if I return; and it shall go hard, but I will make him a philofopher's ftone to me. If the dace be a young prey for the old pike, I fee no reason, in the law of nature, but I may

fnap at him. Let time shape, and there's an end.

. END OF THE THIRD ACT,

[Exit.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.

An Open Country in Yorkshire.

Enter ARCHBISHOP of YORK, MOWBRAY, HASTINGS and MORTON,-meeting WESTMORELAND.

Westmoreland.

HEALTH, and fair greeting from our General,

Lord John of Lancaster!

York. Lord Weftmoreland,

Say, what concerns your coming?

Unto

West. Then, my Lord,

your Grace do I in chief address

The substance of my speech. If that rebellion
Came like itself, in bafe and abject routs,
Led on by bloody youth, goaded with rage,
And countenanc'd by boys and beggary:
My Lord, if their commotion fo appear'd
In its true, native shape; you, noble Lords,
Had not been here to drefs the ugly form
Of base and bloody infurrection

With your fair honors. You, Lord Archbishop,
Whose fee is by a civil peace maintain'd,

Whofe