Henry IV, Part II by William Shakespeare

Act 3 - Scene 2

Gloucestershire. Before Justice, SHALLOW’S house

Silence : Good morrow, good cousin Shallow.

Silence : Alas, a black ousel, cousin Shallow!

Silence : Indeed, sir, to my cost.

Silence : You were call'd 'lusty Shallow' then, cousin.

Silence : This Sir John, cousin, that comes hither anon about [p]soldiers?

Silence : We shall all follow, cousin.

Silence : By my troth, I was not there.

Silence : Dead, sir.

Silence : Thereafter as they be--a score of good ewes may be [p]ten pounds.

Silence : Here come two of Sir John Falstaffs men, as I think.

Silence : Your good worship is welcome.

Ralph Mouldy : Here, an't please you.

Ralph Mouldy : Yea, an't please you.

Ralph Mouldy : I was prick'd well enough before, an you could have let [p]alone. My
old dame will be undone now for one to do her [p]and her drudgery. You
need not to have prick'd me; there are [p]other men fitter to go out
than I.

Ralph Mouldy : Spent!

Simon Shadow : Here, sir.

Simon Shadow : My mother's son, sir.

Thomas Wart : Here, sir.

Thomas Wart : Yea, sir.

Francis Feeble : Here, sir.

Francis Feeble : A woman's tailor, sir.

Francis Feeble : I will do my good will, sir; you can have no more.

Francis Feeble : I would Wart might have gone, sir.

Francis Feeble : It shall suffice, sir.

Peter Bullcalf : Here, sir.

Peter Bullcalf : O Lord! good my lord captain-

Peter Bullcalf : O Lord, sir! I am a diseased man.

Peter Bullcalf : A whoreson cold, sir, a cough, sir, which I caught [p]ringing in the
King's affairs upon his coronation day, sir.

Silence : That's fifty-five year ago.

Peter Bullcalf : Good Master Corporate Bardolph, stand my friend; and [p]here's four
Harry ten shillings in French crowns for you. In [p]truth, sir, I had
as lief be hang'd, sir, as go. And yet, for [p]mine own part, sir, I
do not care; but rather because I am [p]unwilling and, for mine own
part, have a desire to stay with [p]friends; else, sir, I did not care
for mine own part so much.

Ralph Mouldy : And, good Master Corporal Captain, for my old dame's [p]stand my
friend. She has nobody to do anything about her when [p]am gone; and
she is old, and cannot help herself. You shall [p]forty, sir.

Francis Feeble : By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe [p]a death.
I'll ne'er bear a base mind. An't be my destiny, so; [p]an't be not,
so. No man's too good to serve 's Prince; and, [p]it go which way it
will, he that dies this year is quit for [p]next.

Francis Feeble : Faith, I'll bear no base mind.

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