Foretelling this same time's condition, War. There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased; Such things become the hatch and brood of time; King Richard might create a perfect guess 80 That great Northumberland, then false to him, King. War. Are these things then necessities? And that same word even now cries out on us: They say the bishop and Northumberland Are fifty thousand strong. It cannot be, my lord; Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, The powers that you already have sent forth 100 To comfort you the more, I have received A certain instance that Glendower is dead. K. Hen. I will take your counsel And were these inward wars once out of hand, Scene II. [Exeunt. Gloucestershire. Before Justice Shallow's house. Enter Shallow and Silence, meeting; Mouldy, Shadow, Wart, Feeble, Bullcalf, a Servant or two with them. Shal. Come on, come on, come on, sir; give me your hand, sir, 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 my cousin, your bedfellow? and your fairest daughter and mine, my god-daughter Ellen? Sil. Alas, a black ousel, cousin Shallow! Shal. By yea and nay, sir, I dare say my cousin Sil. Indeed, sir, to my cost. Shal. A' must then, to the inns o' court shortly: Sil. You were called 'lusty Shallow' then, cousin. ΙΟ would have done any thing indeed too, and we knew where the bona-robas were, and had the Sil. This Sir John, cousin, that comes hither anon Shal. The same Sir John, the very same. I see him break Skogan's head at the court-gate, when a' Sil. We shall all follow, cousin. Shal. Certain, 'tis certain; very sure, very sure: 30 death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; 40 all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair? Sil. By my troth, I was not there. Shal. Death is certain. Is old Double of your town living yet? Sil. Dead, sir. Shal. Jesu, Jesu, dead! a' drew a good bow; and dead! a' shot a fine shoot: John a Gaunt loved him well, and betted much money on his head. Dead! a' would have clapped i' the clout at 50 twelve score; 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? Sil. Thereafter as they be: a score of good ewes may be worth ten pounds. Shal. And is old Double dead? Sil. Here come two of Sir John Falstaff's men, as Enter Bardolph, and one with him. Bard. Good morrow, honest gentlemen: I beseech 60 you, which is Justice Shallow? Shal. I am Robert Shallow, sir; a poor esquire of captain, Sir John Falstaff, a tall gentleman, by Shal. He greets me well, sir. I knew him a good Bard. Sir, pardon; a soldier is better accommodated than with a wife. Shal. 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 phrase. 70 Bard. Pardon me, sir; I have heard the word. Phrase call you it? by this good day, I know 80 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. Shal. It is very just. Enter Falstaff. Look, here comes good Sir John. Give me your Fal. I am glad to see you well, good Master Robert Shal. No, Sir John; it is my cousin Silence, in com- 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 100 provided me here half a dozen sufficient men? Shal. Marry, have we, sir. Will you sit? Fal. Let me see them, I beseech you. Shal. 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: Ralph Mouldy! Let them appear as I call; let them do so, let them do so. Let me see; where is Mouldy? Moul. Here, an 't please you. Shal. What think you, Sir John? a good-limbed 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 used. Shal. Ha, ha, ha! most excellent, i' faith! things that are mouldy lack use: very singular good! in |