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you fit?

Fal. Good master Silence, it well befits


should be of the

Sil. Your good worship is welcome.

Fal. Fie! this is hot weather.-Gentlemen, have you provided me here half a dozen sufficient men ?

Shal. Marry, have we, Sir. Will
Fal. Let me see them, I beseech you.

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

Moul. Here, an't please you.

Shal. What think you, Sir John? a good limb'd 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 us'd.

Shal. Ha, ha, ha! moft excellent, i'faith! Things that are mouldy lack use. Very singular good! Well said, Sir John; very well said.

Fal. Prick him.

Moul. I was prick'd 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 prick'd me; there are other men fitter to go out than I.

Fal. Go to: peace, Mouldy, you shall go. Mouldy, it is time you were spent,

Moul. Spent !

Spol. Peace, fellow, peace. Stand aside. Know you where you are? For the other, Sir John :- Let me fee Simon Shadow!

l'al. Ay marry, let me have him to sit under : he's like to be a cold soldier.

Shal. Where's Shadow
Shad. Here, Sir.
Fal, Shadow, whose fon art thou?


Shad. My mother's son, Sir.

Fal. 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 not much of the father's substance.

Shal. Do you like him, Sir John?

Fal. Shadow will serve for summer; prick him ; for 7 we have a number of lhadows do fill up the muster-book.

Sbal. Thomas Wart!
Fal. Where's he?
Wart. Here, Sir.
Fal. Is thy name Wart?
Wart. Yea, Sir.
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 stands 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!

Feeble. Here, Sir.
Fal. What trade art thou, Feeble ?
Feeble. A woman's taylor, Sir.
Shal. Shall I prick him, Sir ?

Fal. You may: but if he had been a man's taylor, he would have prick'd 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.

Fal. Well said, good woman's taylor! well said, courageous Feeble! Thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful dove, or most magnanimous moule. Prick


we have a number of shadows do fill up the mufierbook.] That is, we have in the muster-book many names for which we receive pay, though we have not the men.



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the woman's taylor well, master Shallow; deep, master Shallow,

Feeble. I would Wart might have gone, Sir.

Fal. I would thou wert a man's taylor, that thou might'st mend him, and make him fit to go. I cannot put him to be a private soldier, that is the leader of so many thousands. Let that fuffice, moft forcible Feeble.

Feeble. It shall suffice.

Fal. I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble. Who is next?

Shal. Peter Bull-calf of the green!
Fal. Yea, marry, let us see Bull-calf.
Bull. Here, Sir.

Fal. Trust me, a likely fellow. Come, prick me
Bull-calf till he roar again.

Bull. Oh, good my lord captain
Fal. What, dost thou roar before thou art prick'd ?
Bull. Oh, Sir, I am a diseased man.
Fal. What disease haft thou?

. A whorfon cold, Sir; a cough, Sir, which I caught with ringing in the king's affairs, upon his coronation-day, Sir.

Fal. Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown: we will have away thy cold; and I will take such order, that thy friends shall ring for thee. Is here all ?

Shal. There 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.

Fal. Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot tarry dinner. I am glad to see you, in good troth, master Shallow.

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

Fal. No more of that, good master Shallow, no more of that.

Shal. Ha! it was a merry night. And is Jane Night-work alive?


Fal. She lives, master Shallow.
Shal. She could never away with me.

Fal. Never, never : she would always say, she could not abide master Shallow.

Shal. By the mass, I could anger her to the heart, She was then a 8 bona-roba. Doth she hold her own well ?

Fal. Old, old, master Shallow,

Shal. Nay, she must be old; she cannot choose but be old; certain she's old ; and had Robin Nightwork by old Night-work, before I came to Clement's Inn.

Sil. That's fifty-five years ago.

Shal. Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadft seen that, that this knight and I have seen! Hah, Sir John, said I well?

Fal. We have heard the chimes at midnight, master 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; come, let's to dinner :- Oh, the days that we have seen! Come, come!

Bull. [aside to Bardolph.] Good master corporate Bardolph, stand my friend, and here is 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 my own part, Sir, I do not care, but, rather, because I am unwilling, and, for my own part, have a desire to stay with my friends; else, Sir, I did not care for mine own part, so much.

Bard. Go to; stand aside.

Moul. And good master corporal captain, for my old dame's fake, stand my friend : she hath no-body


bona-roba.) A fine showy wanton. JOHNSON. Bona-roba was, in our author's time, the common term for a ftrumpet. It is used in that sense by B. Jonson in his Every Man out of his Humour, and by many others. STEVENS.


to do any thing about her when I am gone ; and she's old, and cannot help herself: you shall have forty, Sir,

Bard. Go to; ftand aside.

Feeble. I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death; I will never bear a base mind : an't be my destiny, fo; an it be not, so. No man is too good to serve his prince: and let it go which


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

Bard. Well said ; thou art a good fellow.
Feeble. 'Faith, I will bear no base mind.
Fal. Come, Sir, which men shall I have?
Shal. Four of which you please.

Bard. Sir, a word with you :- I have three pound to free Mouldy and Bull-calf.

Fal. Go to: well.

. Come, Sir John, which four will you have? Fal. Do you choose for me.

Shal. Marry then, Mouldy, Bull-calf, Feeble, and Shadow.

Fal. Mouldy and Bull-calf. For you, Mouldy, stay at home till you are past service: and, for your part, Bull-calf, grow till you come unto it. I will none of

Shal. Sir John, Sir John, do not yourself wrong; they are your likeliest men, and I would have you serv'd with the best.

Fal. Will you tell me, master Shallow, how to choose a man? Care I for the limb, the thewes, the itature, bulk and big assemblage of a man? give me the spirit, master Shallow. Here's Wart; you see what a ragged appearance it is : he shall charge you, and discharge you with the motion of a pewterer's


I have three pound-) Here seems to be a wrong computation. He had forty fillings for each. Perhaps he meant to conceal part of the profit. JOHNSON.



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