Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, PAGE, and BARDOLPH
By cock and pie, sir, you shall not away tonight.—What,
Davy, I say!
You must excuse me, Master Robert Shallow.
I will not excuse you. You shall not be excused. Excuses
5shall not be admitted. There is no excuse shall serve. You
shall not be excused.—Why, Davy!
Davy, Davy, Davy, Davy, let me see, Davy, let me see, Davy,
let me see. Yea, marry, William cook, bid him come
10hither.—Sir John, you shall not be excused.
Marry, sir, thus: those precepts cannot be served. And again,
sir, shall we sow the hade land with wheat?
With red wheat, Davy. But for William cook, are there no
15Yes, sir. Here is now the smith’s note for shoeing and plow