crowns for you.

In

very truth, sir, I had as lieve be hanged, 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 much.

Bard. Go to; [Takes the Money.] Stand aside.

Moul. 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.

no man's

Bard. Go to; [Takes the Money.] Stand aside. Feeble. I care not;-a man can die but once ;-we owe Heaven a death ;-I'll ne'er bear a base mind:an't be my destiny, so;-an't be not, so: too good to serve his prince; and, let it go which way it will, he, that dies this year, is quit for the next. Bard. Well said; thou'rt a good fellow. Feeble. 'Faith, I'll bear no base mind.

Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, and PAGE.
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 Bullcalf.

Fal. Go to; well.

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

Shal. Marry, then,-Mouldy, Bullcalf, Feeble, and Shadow.

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

Shal. Sir John, Sir John, do not yourself wrong; they are your likeliest men, and I would have you

served with the best.

Fal. Will you tell me, Master Shallow, how to chuse a man? Care I for the limb, the thewes, 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: he 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-faced fellow, Shadow,-give me this man; he presents no mark to the enemy; the foe-man may with as great aim level at the edge of a penknife: And, for a retreat,-how swiftly will this Feeble, the tailor, run off! Oh, give me the spare men, and spare me the great ones.-Put me a caliver into Feeble's hand, Bardolph.

Bard. Hold, Feeble, traverse'; thus, thus, thus.

Fal. Come, manage me your caliver. So-very well-go to:-very good:-exceeding good.-Oh, give me always a little, lean, old, chopped, bald shot! -Well said, Feeble.

Shal. 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 never see such a fellow.

Fal. These fellows will do well, Master Shallow.Heaven 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 to-night.Bardolph, give the soldiers coats.

Shal. Sir John, Heaven bless you, and prosper your affairs, and send us peace! As you return, visit my house; let our old acquaintance be renewed: peradventure, I will with you to the court.

Fal. I would you would, Master Shallow.
Shal. Go to; I have spoke, at a word.

well.

Fare you

[Exeunt SHALLOW, SILENCE, MOULDY, and BULLCALF.

Fal. Fare you well, gentle gentlemen.-On, Bardolph; lead the men away. [Exeunt BARDOLPH, RECRUITS, and PAGE.] I do see the bottom of Justice Shallow. Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying! This same starved justice hath done nothing but prate to me of the wildress 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 he was naked, he was for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife: he was so forlorn, that his dimensions to any thick sight were invisible: he was the very genius of famine :-And now is this vice's dagger become a 'squire; and talks as familiarly of John of Gaunt, as if he had been sworn brother to him and I'll be sworn he never saw him but once, in the Tilt Yard; and then he burst his head, for crowding among the marshall's men. I saw it; and told John of Gaunt, he beat his own name: for you might have trussed him, and all his apparel, into an eel-skin; the case of a treble hautboy was a mansion for him, a court: and now has he land and beeves. Well; I will be acquainted with him, if I return and it shall go hard, but I will make him a philosopher's stone 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.

[Exit.

SCENE II.

A Forest in Yorkshire.

A March-then a Parley.

Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, MOWBRAY, HASTINGS, and other GENTLEMEN, meeting WESTMORELAND, GOWER, and other GENTLE

MEN.

West. Health and fair greeting from our general, The Prince, Lord John of Lancaster.

Archb. Say on, my Lord of Westmoreland, in peace;

What doth concern your coming?

West. Then, my lord,

Unto your grace do I in chief address

The substance of my speech. If that rebellion
Came like itself, in base and abject routs,
Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rage,
And countenanc'd by boys, and beggary;
I say, if damn'd commotion so appear'd,
In his true, native, and most proper shape,
You, reverend father, and these noble lords,
Had not been here, to dress the ugly form
Of base and bloody insurrection
With your fair honours. You, Lord Archbishop,-
Whose see is by a civil peace maintain'd;

Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutor'd; Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself

Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace, Into the harsh and boist'rous tongue of war?

Archb. I have in equal balance justly weigh'd What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we suffer,

And find our griefs heavier than our offences.
We have the summary of all our griefs,
When time shall serve, to show in articles,
Which, long ere this, we offer'd to the king,
And might by no suit gain our audience:
When we are wrong'd, and would unfold our griefs,
We are deny'd access unto his person

Even by those men, that most have done us wrong.
West. When ever yet was your appeal deny'd
Wherein have you been galled by the king?
Here come I from our princely general,

To know your griefs: to tell you from his grace,
That he will give you audience: and wherein
It shall appear that your demands are just,
You shall enjoy them; every thing set off,
That might so much as think you enemies.
Mowb. But he hath forc'd us to compell this offer;
And it proceeds from policy, not love.

West. Mowbray, you over-ween, to take it so ;
This offer comes from mercy, not from fear.
For, lo! within a ken, our army lies;
Upon mine honour, all too confident
To give admittance to a thought of fear.
Our battle is more full of names than yours,
Our men more perfect in the use of arms,
Our armour all as strong, our cause the best;
Then reason wills, our hearts should be as good:-
Say you not then, our offer is compell'd.

Mowb. Well, by my will, we shall admit no parley.
West. That argues but the shame of your offence.
Hast. Hath the Prince John a full commission,
In very ample virtue of his father,

To hear and absolutely to determine
Of what conditions we shall stand upon?

West. That is intended in the general's name: