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| Enter Justice SHALLOW and Justice SILENCE, with MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, BULLCALF, and a servant or two |
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| Justice SHALLOW and Justice SILENCE enter. They are followed by MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, BULLCALF, and a servant or two. |
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| | SHALLOW |
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Come on, come on, come on. Give me your hand, sir, give |
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me your hand, sir. An early stirrer, by the rood. And how |
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doth my good cousin Silence? |
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| SHALLOW |
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Come on, come on, come on, sir. Shake my hand, sir, shake my hand. You're an early riser, I swear. How are you, cousin Silence? |
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| | SILENCE |
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Good morrow, good cousin Shallow. |
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| SILENCE |
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Good morning, cousin Shallow. |
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| | SHALLOW |
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And how doth my cousin your bedfellow? And your fairest |
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daughter and mine, my goddaughter Ellen? |
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| SHALLOW |
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And how's my cousin, your wife? And your prettiest daughter, my fair god-daughter Ellen? |
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| | SILENCE |
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Alas, a black ousel, cousin Shallow. |
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| SILENCE |
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I'm afraid she's got dark hair
, cousin Shallow! |
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| | SHALLOW |
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By yea and no, sir. I dare say my cousin William is become |
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a good scholar. He is at Oxford still, is he not? |
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| SHALLOW |
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By gum, I bet William's become a real scholar. He's still at Oxford, right? |
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| | SILENCE |
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Indeed, sir, to my cost. |
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| SILENCE |
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He sure is, and I'm the one who's paying for it. |
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| | SHALLOW |
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He must then to the Inns o' Court shortly. I was once of |
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Clement's Inn, where I think they will talk of mad Shallow |
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yet. |
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| SHALLOW |
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He'll be going to law school soon. I studied law at Clement's Inn
, where I think they still talk about crazy old Shallow. |
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| | SILENCE |
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You were called “Lusty Shallow” then, cousin. |
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| SILENCE |
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You were known as lusty Shallow back then, cousin. |
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| | SHALLOW |
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By the Mass, I was called anything, and I would have done |
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anything indeed too, and roundly too. There was I, and little |
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John Doit of Staffordshire, and black George Barnes, and |
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Francis Pickbone, and Will Squele, a Cotswold man. You |
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had not four such swinge-bucklers in all the Inns o' Court |
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| SHALLOW |
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I was known as anything, I swear. And I would have done anything too, and all the way, too. I was there, and little John Doit from Staffordshire, and black-haired George Barnes, and Francis Pickbone, and Will Squele, from the Cotswolds. Since then, no law college |
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