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My Lord Northumberland will soon be school'd.

K. Henry. Oh heav'n, that one might read the book
And see the revolution of the times [of fate,
Make mountains level, and the continent,
Weary of folid firmness, melt itself
Into the sea; and, other times, to see
The beachy girdle of the ocean
Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock,
And changes fill the cup of alteration
With divers liquors ! O, if this were seen,
The happiest youth viewing his progress through,
What perils past, what crosses to ensue,
Wou'd shut the book, and fit him down and die.
'Tis not ten years gone,
Since Richard and Northumberland, great friends,
Did feast together; and in two years

Were they at wars. It is but eight years since,
This Percy was the man nearest my soul;
Who, like a brother, toild in my affairs,
And laid his love and life under my

foot; Yea, for my fake, ev’n to the eyes of Richard, Gave him defiance. But which of you was by? (You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember) [T. War. When Richard, with his eye brim-full of tears, Then check'd and rated by Northumberland, Did speak these words, now prov'd a prophecy.

Northumberland, thou ladder by the which

My cousin Bolingbroke afcends my throne; (Tho' then, Heav'n knows, I had no such intent; But that neceflity fo bow'd the state, That I and greatness were compell’d to kiss); • The time shall come, (thus did he follow it),

The time will come, that foul fin, gathering head,
I Shall break into corruption : so went on,
Foretelling this same time's condition,
And the division of our amity.

War. There is a history in all mens' lives,
Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd;
The which obferv'd, a man may prophesy,
With a near aim, of the main chance of things
As yet not come to life, which in their feed's
And weak beginnings lie intreasured.


Such things become the hatch and brood of time ;
And by the necessary form of this,
King Richard might create a perfect guess,
That great Northumberland, then false to him,
Would of that feed grow to a greater

falseness, Which should not find a ground to root upon, Unless on you.

K. Henry. Are these things then necessities?
Then let us meet them like necessities;
And that same word even now cries out on us,
They say the Bishop and Northumberland
Are fifty thousand strong.

War. It cannot be :
Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the fear’d. Please it your Grace
To go to bed. Upon my life, my Lord,
The pow'rs that you already have sent forth,
Shall bring this prize in very easily.
To comfort you the more, I have receiv'd
A certain instance that Glendower is dead.
Your Majesty hath been this fortnight ill,
And these unfeason'd hours perforce must add

fickness. K. Henry. I will take your counsel : And were these inward wars once out of hand, We would, dear Lords, unto the holy land. [Exeunt,

SC E N E III. Changes to Justice Shallow's seat in Gloucestershire. Enter Shallow and Silence, justices ; with Mouldy,

Shadow, Wart, Feeble, and Bull-calf. Shal. Come on, come on, come on; give me your hand, Sir; an early stirrer, by the rood *. And how doth my good cousin Silence?

Sil. Good morrow, good cousin Shallow.
Shal. And how doth

cousin, your

bed-fellow? and your fairest daughter and mine, my god-daughter Ellen ? Sil. Alas, a black ouzel, coulin Shallow, * i. e, the cross.



Sbal. By yea and nay, Sir, I dare fäy my cousin William is become a good fcholar: he is at Oxford still, is he not ?...

Sil. Indeed, Sir, to my cost.

Shala He must then to the inns of court shortly: I was one of Clement's inn; where, I think, they will talk of mad Shallow yet. Sil

. You were calld lufty Shallow then, cousin. Shal. 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 Stafford hire, and black George Bare, and Francis Pickbone, and Will Squele, a Cotf-. wold man, you had not four such swinge-bucklers in all the inns of court again ; and I may say to you, we knew where the Bona-Roba's 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.

Sil. This Sir John, coufin, that comes hither anon about soldiers ?

Shal. The fame Sir John, the very fame: I saw him break Schoggan's head at the court-gate, when he was à crack, not thus high; and the very fame day I did fight with one Samson Stockfish, a fruiterer, behind Gray's-Inn. O the mad days that I have spent! and to see how many of mine old acquaintance are dead?

Sil. We shall all follow, cousin.

Shal. Certain, 'tis certain, very fure, very sure : death (as-the Psalmist faith) is certain to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair?

Sil. Truly, cousin, I was not there.

Shal. Death is certain. Is old Double of your town living yet?

Sil. Dead, Sir.

Shal. Dead ! see, fee, he drew a good bow: and dead ! he shot a fine shoot. John of Gaunt loved him well, and betted much money on his head. Dead! he would have clapp'd in the clowt* at twelve score, and carried you a fore-hand shaft at fourteen and fourteen and a half, that it would have done a man's heart good to fee.—How a score of ewes now? i, e, hit the white mark. Vol. IV. Сс


Sil. Thereafter as they be: a score of good ewes may be worth ten pounds. Shal. And is old Double dead?

SCENE IV. Enter Bardolph and Page.

Sil. Here come two of Sir John Falstaff's men, as I think.

Shal Good morrow, honest gentlemen.
Bard. I beseech you, which is Justice Shallow?

Shal. I am Robert Shallow, Sir, a poor Esquire of this county, one of the King's Justices of the peace. What is your good pleasure with me?

Bard. My Captain, Sir, commends him to you; my Captain Sir John Falitaff; a tall gentleman, by heav'n! and a most gallant leader.

Shal. He greets me well: Sir, I knew him a good back-sword man. How doth the good Knight? may I aik how my Lady his wife doth ?

Bard. Sir, pardon, a soldier is better accommodated than with a wife.

Shal. It is well said, Sir; and it is well faid, indeed, too: better accommodated - it is good, yea, indeed, is it; good phrases, surely, are, and ever were, very commendable. Accommodated-it comes of accommodo; very good, a good phra'e.

Bard. Pardon me, 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. Accommodated, that is, when a

man is, as they say, accommodated; or, when a " man is, being whereby he may be thought to be " accommodated, which is an excellent thing.

SCENE V. Enter Falstaff. Shal. It is very juit. Look, here comes good Sir John. Give me your good hand; give me your Worthip’s good hand : trust me, you look well, and bear your years very well, Welcome, good Sir John.

Fal. I am glad to see you well, good Master Robert Shallow. Master Sure-card, as I think,


Shal. No, Sir John, it is my cousin Silence, in commission with me.

Fal. Good Master Silence, it well befits you should

be of the peace.

Sil. Your good Worship is welcome.

Fal. Fie, this is hot weather, Gentlemen; have you provided me here half a dozen of fufficient men?

Shal. Marry, have we, Sir; will you sit?
Fal. Let me see them, I beseech yo'l.

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

Moul. Here, if it 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, if it please you.
Fal. 'Tis the more time thou wert us'd.

Shal. Ha, ha, ha, most excellent i'faith. Things that are mouldy, lack use: very singular good. Well said, Sir John, very well faid.

Fal. Prick him.

Moul I was prick'd well enough before, if 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. Mouldý, it is time you were spent.

Moul. Spent?

Shal. Peace, fellow, peace: stand afide: know you where you are? For the other, Sir John.—Let me iee: Simon Shadow.

Fal. Ay, marry, let me have him to fit under: he's like to be a cold foldier.

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 fa-


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