SHALLOW

Come on, come on, come on, give me your hand sir, give me your hand sir, and early stirrer, by the Rood: and how does my good cousin Silence? And how does my cousin your bedfellow? and your fairest daughter and mine, my goddaughter Ellen? By yea, and no sir, I dare say my cousin William is be come a good scholar, he is at Oxford still, is he not? A must then to the Inns a court shortly: I was once of Clements Inn, where I think they will talk of mad Shall low yet. By the mass I was called any thing, and I would have done any thing indeed too, and roundly too: there was I, and little John Doyt of Staffordshire, and black George Barns, and Francis Pickebone, and Will Squele a Cotsole man, you had not four such swinge bucklers in all the Inns a court a gain, and I may say to you; we knew where the bona robes 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. The same sir John, the very same, I see him break Skoggins 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 Greys Inn: Jesu, Jesu, the mad days that I have spent! and to see how many of my old acquaintance are dead. Certain, 'tis certain, very sure, very sure, death (as the Psalmist says) is certain to all all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Samforth fair? Death is certain: Is old Double of your town lium king yet? Jesu, Jesu, dead! a drew a good bow, and dead? a shot a fine shoot: John a Gaunt loved him well, and bet much money on his head. Dead? a would have clapped ith clout at twelve score, and carried you a forehand shaft a fourteen and fourteen and a half, that it would have done a men heart good to see. How a score of Ewes now? And is old Double dead? By the mass I continued ld anger her too that heart, she was then a bona roba, does she hold her own well? That we have that we have, that we have, in faith sir John we have, our watchword was Hemboies, come lets to dinner, come lets to dinner, Jesus the days that we have seen, come, come. exeunt. There is many complaints Davy against that Visor, that Visor is and arrant knave on my knowledge. By Gods liggens I thank thee, the knave will stick by thee, I can assure thee that a will not out, a 'tis true bred! Why there spoke a King: lack nothing, be merry, look who's at door there ho, who knocks? I am Robart Shallow, sir, a poor Esquire of this County, and one of the Kings justices of the peace: what is your good pleasure with me? He greets me well, sir, I knew him a good backsword man: how does the good Knight? may I ask how my Lady his wife does. It is well said infaith 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 phrase. No sir John, it is my cousin Scilens in commission with me. Marry have we sir, will you fit? Where the roll? where the roll? where 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? What think you sir John, a good limbde, fellow, young, strong, and of good friends. Would, would, would, most excellent i'faith, things that are moul die lack use: very singular good, infaith well said sir John very well said. John pricks him. Peace fellow, peace, stand aside, know you where you are? for th'other sir John: let me see Simon Shadow. Where Shadow? Do you Like him sir John? Thomas Wart. Shall I prick him sir John? Would, would, would, you can do it sir, you can do it, I commend you well: Francis Feeble. What trade art thou Feeble? Shall I prick him sir? Peter Bul-calfe o'th green. Here is two more called then your number, you must have but four here sir, and so I pray you go in with me to dinner. Oh sir John, do you remember since we lay all night in the windmill in saint Georges field? Would, it a merry night, and is lane Nightwork a live? She never could away with me. Nay she must be old, she cannot choose but be old, cer tain she's old, & had Robin Nightwork by old Nightwork, before I came to Clements inn. Would cousin Scilens that thou hadst seen that that this Knight and I have seen, would sir John, said I well? Four of which you please. Come sir John, which four will you have? Marry then, Mouldy, Bulcalfe, Feeble, and Sadow. Sir John, sir John, do not your self wrong, they are your likeliest men, and I would have you served with the best. He is not his craftsmaster, he does not do it right; I remember at Mile-end-greene, when I lay at Clements Inn, I was then sir Dagonet in Arthurs 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 never see such a fellow. Sir John, the Lord bless you, God prosper your of fairs, God send us peace at your return, visit our house, let our old acquaintance be renewed, peradventure I will with you to the court. Go to, I have spoke at a word, God keep you By cock and pie sir, you shall not away to night, what Davy I say? I will not excuse you, you shall not be excused, ex cuses shall not be admitted, there is no excuse shall serve, you shall not be excused: why Davy. Davy, Davy, Davy, Davy, let me see Davy, let me see Davy, let me see, yea marry William Cook, bid him come hither, sir John, you shall not be excused. With read wheat Davy, but for William Cook are there no young pigeons? Let it be cast and paid: sir John, you shall not be ex cused. A shall answer it: some pigeons Davy, a couple of short legged hens, a joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny Kick-shawes, tell william Cook. Yea Davy, I will use him well, a friend i'th court is better then a penny in purse: use his men well Davy, for they are arrant knaves, and will backbite. Well conceited Davy, about thy business Davy. Go to I say e shall have no wrong, look about Davy: where are you sir Io n? come, come, come, off with your boots, give me your hand master Bardolf. Sir John. Nay you shall see my orchard, where, in and arbour we will eat a last years pippen of mine own graffing, with a dish of caraways and so forth: come cousin Scilens, and then to bed. Barren, barren, barren, beggars all, beggars all sir John, marry good air: spread Davy, spread Davy, well said Davy. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet sir John: by the mass I have drunk too much sack at supper: a good varlet: now fit down, now fit down, come cousin. Give master Bardolf some wine, Davy. Be merry master Bardolf, and my little soldier there, be merry. Davy? Honest Bardolf, welcome, if thou wantest any thing, and wilt not call, be shrew thy heart, welcome my little tiny thief, and welcome indeed too, I'll drink to master Bardolf, and to all the cabileros about London. By the mass yowl crack a quart together, would will you not master Bardolf? Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding. Give me pardon sir, if sir you come with news from the court, I take it theres but two ways, either to utter them, or conceal them, I am sir under the King in some authority. Under King Harry. Harry the fourth. 'Tis so indeed. Yea marry sir John, which I beseech you to let me have home with me. I cannot perceive how, unless you give me your doublet, and stuff me out with straw: I beseech you good sir John let me have five hundred of my thousand. I thank thee with my heart kind master Bardolf, and welcome my tall fellow, come sir John. It is best certain: but to stand stained with travail, and sweating with desire to see him, thinking of nothing else, putting affairs else in oblivion, as if there were nothing else to be done, but to see him. A colour that I fear you will die in sir John.