friends; elfe, Sir, I did not care for mine own part fo much.

Bard. Go to; ftand aside.

Moul. And good mafter corporal captain, for my old Dame's-fake ftand my friend: fhe hath no body to do any thing about her when I am gone, and she's old and cannot help herself: you fhall have forty, Sir.

Bard. Go to; ftand aside.

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Feeble. I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God a death, I will never bear a base mind if it be my destiny, so if it be not, so. No man is too good to ferve his Prince; and let it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next. Bard. Well faid, thou art a good fellow. Feeble. 'Faith, I will hear no base mind. Fal. Come, Sir, which men fhall I have? Shal. Four of which you please.

Bard. Sir, a word with you:-I have three pound to free Mouldy and Bull-calf.

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

Shal. Marry then, Mouldy, Bull-calf, Feeble, and Shadow.

Fal. Mouldy, and Bull-calf:for you, Mouly, ftay at home till you are past service and for your part, Bull-calf, grow till you come unto it: I will none of you.

Shal. Sir John, Sir John, do not yourself wrong, they are your likelieft men, and I would have you ferv'd with the best.

Fal. Will you tell me, mafter Shallow, how to chufe a man? care I for the limb, the thewes, the ftature, bulk and big femblance of a man? give me the spirit, mafter Shallow. Here's Wart; you fee what a ragged appearance it is: he fhall charge you and discharge you with the motion of a pewterer's hammer; come off H 6

and

and on, fwifter than he that gibbets on the brewer's bucket. And this fame half-fac'd fellow Shadow, give me this man, he prefents no mark to the enemy; the fo-man may with as great aim level at the edge of a pen-knife and, for a retreat, how swiftly will this Feeble, the woman's tailor, run off? O give me the fpare men, and spare me the great ones. caliver into Wart's hand, Bardolph.

Put me a

Bard. Hold, Wart, traverse; thus, thus, thus.

Fal. Come, manage me your caliver: so, very well, go to, very good, exceeding good. O, give me always a little, lean, old, chopt, bald fhot. Well said, Wart, thou art a good fcab: hold, there is a tefter for thee.

Shal. He is not his craft-mafter, 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 he would manage you his piece thus; and he would about, and about, and come you in, and come you in : rah, tah, tah, would he fay; bounce, would he say, and away again would he go, and again would he come: I fhall never fee fuch a fellow.

Fal. Thefe fellows will do well. Mafter Shallow, God keep you; farewel, mafter 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 foldiers coats.

Shal. Sir John, heaven blefs you, and profper your affairs, and send us peace. As you return, vifit my houfe. Let our old acquaintance be renewed: peradventure, I will with you to the Court.

Fal. I would you would, mafter Shallow.
Shal. Go to: I have spoke at a word.

well.

Fare you [Exit. On, Barwill fetch

Fal. Fare you well, gentle gentlemen. dolph, lead the men away. As I return, I off thefe Juftices: I do fee the bottom of Juftice

Shallow.

Shallow. How fubject we old men are to this Vice of lying this fame ftarv'd Juftice hath done nothing but prated to me of the wildness of his youth, and the feats he hath done about Turnbal-ftreet; and every third word a lie, more duly 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 carv'd upon it with a knife. He was fo forlorn, that his dimenfions to any thick fight were invincible. He was the very Genius of famine, yet leacherous as a Monkey, and the whores call'd him Mandrake: he came ever in the rere-ward of the fashion; and sung those tunes to the over-fcutcht huswives that he heard the carmen whistle, and fware they were his Fancies, or his Good-nights. And now is this Vice's dagger become a Squire, and talks as familiarly of John of Gaunt as if he had been fworn brother to him: and I'll be fworn, he never saw him but once in the Tiltyard, and then he broke his head for crowding among the Marfhal's men. I saw it, and told John of Gaunt he beat his own name; for you might have trufs'd him and all his apparel into an Eel-fkin: the cafe of a treble hoboy was a Manfion for him, a Court; and now hath he land and beeves. Well, I will be acquainted with him, if I return; and it fhall go hard but I will make him a philofopher's two ftones to me. If the young Dace be a bait for the old Pike, I fee no reason in the law of nature but I may snap at him. Let time shape, and there's an end. [Exeunt.

ACT

Enter the Archbishop of York, Mowbray, Haftings, and Colevile.

WHAT

YORK.

WHAT is this foreft call'd?
Haft. 'Tis Gaultree foreft.

York. Here ftand, my lords, and send discoverers
forth,

To know the numbers of our enemies.

Haft. We have fent forth already.
York. 'Tis well done.

My friends and brethren in these great affairs,
I must acquaint you, that I have receiv'd
New-dated letters from Northumberland;

Their cold intent, tenour and substance thus:
Here doth he wifh his perfon, with fuch Powers
As might hold fortance with his quality,
The which he could not levy; whereupon.
He is retir'd, to ripe his growing fortunes,
To Scotland; and concludes in hearty prayers,
That

your attempts may over live the hazard And fearful meeting of their opposite.

Mowb. Thus do the hopes we have in him touch ground,

And dash themselves to pieces.

Enter a Meffenger.

Haft. Now, what news?

Melf. Weft of this foreft, fcarcely off a mile,

In goodly form comes on the enemy:

And by the ground they hide, I judge their number Upon, or near, the rate of thirty thousand.

Mowb.

Mowb. The juft proportion that we gave them out. Let us way on, and face them in the field.

Mowb. I thing, it is my lord Westmorland.

Weft. Health and fair Greeting from our General, The Prince, Lord John, and Duke of Lancaster. York. Say on, my lord of Westmorland, in peace: What doth concern your coming?

Weft. Then, my lord,

Unto your Grace do I in chief address

The fubftance of my speech. If that Rebellion
Came like itself, in base and abject routs,
Led on by bloody youth; goaded with rage,
And countenanc'd by boys and beggary;
I fay, if damn'd Commotion fo appear'd
In his true, native, and moft proper shape,
You, reverend Father, and thefe noble lords,
Had not been here to dress the ugly form
Of bafe and bloody infurrection

With your fair honours. You, my lord Archbishop,
Whofe See is by a civil peace maintain'd,

Whose beard the filver hand of peace hath touch'd,
Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutor'd,
Whofe white investments figure innocence,
The Dove and every blessed Spirit of Peace;
Wherefore do you fo ill tranflate yourself,
Out of the speech of peace, that bears fuch grace.
Into the harsh and boist'rous tongue of war?
*Turning your books to glaves, your ink to blood,
Your pens to launces, your tongue divine

To a loud trumpet and a point of war?

Turning your books to Graves] We should certainly read, Glaves, i. e. Swords.

York.