Henry IV, Pt. 2
Act 3, Scene 2
Gloucestershire. Court before Shallow’s house.
- Enter Justice Shallow and Justice Silence, meeting; Mouldy,
- Shadow, Wart, Feeble, Bullcalf, and Servants behind.
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- Come on, come on, come on, give me your hand, sir, give me
- your hand, sir. An early stirrer, by the rood! And how doth
- my good cousin Silence?
- Good morrow, good cousin Shallow.
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- And how doth my cousin, your bedfellow? And your fairest
- daughter and mine, my goddaughter Ellen?
- Alas, a black woosel, cousin Shallow!
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- By yea and no, sir. I dare say my cousin William is become a
- good scholar. He is at Oxford still, is he not?
- Indeed, sir, to my cost.
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- ’A must then to the Inns a’ Court shortly. I was once of
- Clement’s Inn, where I think they will talk of mad Shallow
- You were call’d lusty Shallow then, cousin.
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- By the mass, I was call’d any thing, and I would have done
- any thing indeed too, and roundly too. There was I, and
- little John Doit of Staffords hire, and black George Barnes,
- and Francis Pickbone, and Will Squele, a Cotsole man. You
- had not four such swingebucklers in all the Inns a’ Court
- again; and I may say to you, we knew where the bona robas
- were and had the best of them all at commandment. Then was
- Jack Falstaff, now Sir John, a boy, and page to Thomas
- Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk.
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- This Sir John, cousin, that comes hither anon about
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- The same Sir John, the very same. I see him break Scoggin’s
- head at the court-gate, when ’a was a crack not thus high;
- and the very same day did I fight with one Samson Stockfish,
- a fruiterer, behind Gray’s Inn. Jesu, Jesu, the mad days
- that I have spent! And to see how many of my old
- acquaintance are dead!
- We shall all follow, cousin.
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- Certain, ’tis certain, very sure, very sure. Death, as the
- Psalmist saith, is certain to all, all shall die. How a good
- yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair?
- By my troth, I was not there.
- Death is certain. Is old Double of your town living yet?
- Dead, sir.
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- Jesu, Jesu, dead! ’A drew a good bow, and dead! ’A shot a
- fine shoot. John a’ Gaunt lov’d him well, and betted much
- money on his head. Dead! ’A would have clapp’d i’ th’ clout
- at twelvescore, and carried you a forehand shaft a fourteen
- and fourteen and a half, that it would have done a man’s
- heart good to see. How a score of ewes now?
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- Thereafter as they be, a score of good ewes may be worth ten
- And is old Double dead?
- Here come two of Sir John Falstaff’s men, as I think.
- Enter Bardolph and one with him.
- Good morrow, honest gentlemen.
- I beseech you, which is Justice Shallow?
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- I am Robert Shallow, sir, a poor esquire of this county, and
- one of the King’s justices of the peace. What is your good
- pleasure with me?
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- My captain, sir, commends him to you, my captain, Sir John
- Falstaff, a tall gentleman, by heaven, and a most gallant
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- He greets me well, sir. I knew him a good backsword man. How
- doth the good knight? May I ask how my lady his wife doth?
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- Sir, pardon, a soldier is better accommodated than with a
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- It is well said, in faith, sir, and it is well said indeed
- too. Better accommodated! It is good, yea indeed is it. Good
- phrases are surely, and ever were, very commendable.
- Accommodated! It comes of accommodo, very good, a good
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- Pardon, sir, I have heard the word. Phrase call you it? By
- this day, I know not the phrase, but I will maintain the
- word with my sword to be a soldier-like word, and a word of
- exceeding good command, by heaven. Accommodated: that is,
- when a man is, as they say, accommodated, or when a man is
- being whereby ’a may be thought to be accommodated—which is
- an excellent thing.
- Enter Falstaff.
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- It is very just. Look, here comes good Sir John. Give me
- your good hand, give me your worship’s good hand. By my
- troth, you like well and bear your years very well. Welcome,
- good Sir John.
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- I am glad to see you well, good Master Robert Shallow.
- Master Surecard, as I think?
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- No, Sir John, it is my cousin Silence, in commission with
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- Good Master Silence, it well befits you should be of the
- Your good worship is welcome.
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- Fie, this is hot weather, gentlemen. Have you provided me
- here half a dozen sufficient men?
- Marry, have we, sir. Will you sit?
- Let me see them, I beseech you.
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- Where’s the roll? Where’s the roll? Where’s the roll? Let me
- see, let me see, let me see. So, so, so, so, so, so, so;
- yea, marry, sir. Rafe Mouldy! Let them appear as I call; let
- them do so, let them do so. Let me see, where is Mouldy?
- Here, and’t please you.
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- What think you, Sir John? A good-limb’d fellow, young,
- strong, and of good friends.
- Is thy name Mouldy?
- Yea, and’t please you.
- ’Tis the more time thou wert us’d.
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- Ha, ha, ha! Most excellent, i’ faith! Things that are moldy
- lack use. Very singular good, in faith, well said, Sir John,
- very well said.
- Prick him.
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- I was prick’d well enough before, and 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.
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- Go to, peace, Mouldy, you shall go. Mouldy, it is time you
- were spent.
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- Peace, fellow, peace, stand aside, know you where you are?
- For th’ other, Sir John, let me see: Simon Shadow!
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- Yea, marry, let me have him to sit under, he’s like to be a
- cold soldier.
- Where’s Shadow?
- Here, sir.
- Shadow, whose son art thou?
- My mother’s son, sir.
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- 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 much of the father’s substance!
- Do you like him, Sir John?
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- Shadow will serve for summer, prick him, aside for we have a
- number of shadows fill up the muster-book.
- Thomas Wart!
- Where’s he?
- Here, sir.
- Is thy name Wart?
- Yea, sir.
- Thou art a very ragged wart.
- Shall I prick him, Sir John?
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- It were superfluous, for ’s apparel is built upon his back,
- and the whole frame stands upon pins. Prick him no more.
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- Ha, ha, ha! You can do it, sir, you can do it, I commend you
- well. Francis Feeble!
- Here, sir.
- What trade art thou, Feeble?
- A woman’s tailor, sir.
- Shall I prick him, sir?
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- You may, but if he had been a man’s tailor, he’d ’a’ prick’d
- you. Wilt thou make as many holes in an enemy’s battle as
- thou hast done in a woman’s petticoat?
- I will do my good will, sir, you can have no more.
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- Well said, good woman’s tailor! Well said, courageous
- Feeble! Thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful dove or most
- magnanimous mouse. Prick the woman’s tailor. Well, Master
- Shallow, deep, Master Shallow.
- I would Wart might have gone, sir.
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- I would thou wert a man’s tailor, that thou mightst mend him
- and make him fit to go. I cannot put him to a private
- soldier that is the leader of so many thousands. Let that
- suffice, most forcible Feeble.
- It shall suffice, sir.
- I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble. Who is next?
- Peter Bullcalf o’ th’ green!
- Yea, marry, let’s see Bullcalf.
- Here, sir.
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- ’Fore God, a likely fellow! Come prick Bullcalf till he roar
- O Lord, good my lord captain—
- What, dost thou roar before thou art prick’d?
- O Lord, sir, I am a diseas’d man.
- What disease hast thou?
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- A whoreson cold, sir, a cough, sir, which I caught with
- ringing in the King’s affairs upon his coronation-day, sir.
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- 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?
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- Here is two more call’d than your number, you must have but
- four here, sir. And so I pray you go in with me to dinner.
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- Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot tarry dinner. I
- am glad to see you, by my troth, Master Shallow.
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- O Sir John, do you remember since we lay all night in the
- Windmill in Saint George’s Field?
- No more of that, Master Shallow, no more of that.
- Ha, ’twas a merry night. And is Jane Nightwork alive?
- She lives, Master Shallow.
- She never could away with me.
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- Never, never, she would always say she could not abide
- Master Shallow.
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- By the mass, I could anger her to th’ heart. She was then a
- bona roba. Doth she hold her own well?
- Old, old, Master Shallow.
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- Nay, she must be old, she cannot choose but be old, certain
- she’s old, and had Robin Nightwork by old Nightwork before I
- came to Clement’s Inn.
- That’s fifty-five year ago.
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- Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen that that this
- knight and I have seen! Ha, Sir John, said I well?
- We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow.
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- 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. Jesus, the days that we have
- seen! Come, come.
- Exeunt Falstaff and the Justices.
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- Good Master Corporate Bardolph, stand my friend, and here’s
- four Harry ten shillings in French crowns for you. In very
- truth, sir, I had as live 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
- Go to, stand aside.
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- And, good Master Corporal Captain, for my old dame’s sake
- stand my friend. She has nobody to do any thing about her
- when I am gone, and she is old, and cannot help herself. You
- shall have forty, sir.
- Go to, stand aside.
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- 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. And’t be my dest’ny, so;
- and’t be not, so. No man’s too good to serve ’s prince, and
- let it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit
- for the next.
- Well said, th’ art a good fellow.
- Faith, I’ll bear no base mind.
- Enter Falstaff and the Justices.
- Come, sir, which men shall I have?
- Four of which you please.
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- To Falstaff.
- Sir, a word with you.
- I have three pound to free Mouldy and Bullcalf.
- Go to, well.
- Come, Sir John, which four will you have?
- Do you choose for me.
- Marry, then, Mouldy, Bullcalf, Feeble, and Shadow.
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- Mouldy and Bullcalf! For you, Mouldy, stay at home till you
- are past service; and for your part, Bullcalf, grow till you
- come unto it. I will none of you.
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- Sir John, Sir John, do not yourself wrong. They are your
- likeliest men, and I would have you serv’d with the best.
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- Will you tell me, Master Shallow, how to choose a man? Care
- I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big
- assemblance of a man? Give me the spirit, Master 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 men, and
- spare me the great ones. Put me a caliver into Wart’s hand,
- Hold, Wart, traverse! Thas, thas, thas.
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- Come manage me your caliver. So—very well, go to, very good,
- exceeding good. O, give me always a little, lean, old,
- chopp’d, bald shot. Well said, i’ faith, Wart, th’ art a
- good scab. Hold, there’s a tester for thee.
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- 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
- quiver fellow, and ’a would manage you his piece thus, and
- ’a would about and about, and come you in and come you in.
- “Rah, tah, tah,” would ’a say, “bounce,” would ’a say, and
- away again would ’a go, and again would ’a come. I shall
- ne’er see such a fellow.
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- These fellows woll do well, Master Shallow. God keep you,
- Master Silence, I will not use many words with you. Fare you
- well, gentlemen both, I thank you. I must a dozen mile
- tonight. Bardolph, give the soldiers coats.
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- Sir John, the Lord bless you! God prosper your affairs! God
- send us peace! At your return visit our house, let our old
- acquaintance be renew’d. Peradventure I will with ye to the
- ’Fore God, would you would.
- Go to, I have spoke at a word. God keep you!
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- Fare you well, gentle gentlemen.
- Exeunt Justices.
- On, Bardolph, lead the men away.
- Exeunt Bardolph, recruits, etc.
- As I return, I will fetch off these 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 redish, with a head
- fantastically carv’d upon it with a knife. ’A was so
- forlorn, that his dimensions to any thick sight were
- invisible. ’A was the very genius of famine, yet lecherous
- as a monkey, and the whores call’d him mandrake. ’A came
- ever in the rearward of the fashion, and sung those tunes to
- the overscutch’d huswives 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 a’ 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 a’ 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 hoboy 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’t shall go hard but
- I’ll 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.