Enter Justice SHALLOW and Justice SILENCE, with MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, BULLCALF, and a servant or two
Come on, come on, come on. Give me your hand, sir, give
me your hand, sir. An early stirrer, by the rood. And how
doth my good cousin Silence?
Good morrow, good cousin Shallow.
5And how doth my cousin your bedfellow? And your fairest
daughter and mine, my goddaughter Ellen?
Alas, a black ousel, cousin Shallow.
By yea and no, sir. I dare say my cousin William is become
a good scholar. He is at Oxford still, is he not?
10Indeed, sir, to my cost.
He must then to the Inns o' Court shortly. I was once of
Clement’s Inn, where I think they will talk of mad Shallow
You were called “Lusty Shallow” then, cousin.
15By the Mass, I was called anything, and I would have done
anything indeed too, and roundly too. There was I, and little
John Doit of Staffordshire, and black George Barnes, and
Francis Pickbone, and Will Squele, a Cotswold man. You
had not four such swinge-bucklers in all the Inns o' Court