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Henry IV Part 2

William Shakespeare

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Act 3, Scene 2

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Enter Justice SHALLOW and Justice SILENCE, with MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, BULLCALF, and a servant or two
Justice SHALLOW and Justice SILENCE enter. They are followed by MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, BULLCALF, and a servant or two.



SHALLOW
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?
 SHALLOW
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?

SILENCE
Good morrow, good cousin Shallow.
 SILENCE
Good morning, cousin Shallow.

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 SHALLOW
And how doth my cousin your bedfellow? And your fairest
daughter and mine, my goddaughter Ellen?
 SHALLOW
And how’s my cousin, your wife? And your prettiest daughter, my fair god-daughter Ellen?

SILENCE
Alas, a black ousel, cousin Shallow.
 SILENCE
I’m afraid she’s got dark hair, cousin Shallow!


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?
 SHALLOW
By gum, I bet William’s become a real scholar. He’s still at Oxford, right?

10		 SILENCE
Indeed, sir, to my cost.
 SILENCE
He sure is, and I’m the one who’s paying for it.



SHALLOW
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
yet.
 SHALLOW
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.

SILENCE
You were called “Lusty Shallow” then, cousin.
 SILENCE
You were known as lusty Shallow back then, cousin.

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 SHALLOW
By 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
 SHALLOW
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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