BARDOLPH, _running._

_Bardolph._ O, my lord, my lord; the sheriff, with a most monstrous

watch, is at the door.

_Falstaff._ Out, you rogue! play out the play: I have much to say in

the behalf of that Falstaff."

One of the most characteristic descriptions of Sir John is that which Mrs.

Quickly gives of him when he asks her "What is the gross sum that I owe

thee?"

"_Hostess._ Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself, and the money

too. Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my

Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire on Wednesday

in Whitsun-week, when the Prince broke thy head for likening his

father to a singing man of Windsor; thou didst swear to me then, as I

was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife.

Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come

in then, and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of

vinegar; telling us, she had a good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst

desire to eat some; whereby I told thee they were ill for a green

wound? And didst thou not, when she was gone down stairs, desire me to

be no more so familiarity with such poor people; saying, that ere long

they should call me madam? And didst thou not kiss me, and bid me

fetch thee thirty shillings? I put thee now to thy book-oath; deny it,

if thou canst."

This scene is to us the most convincing proof of Falstaff's power of

gaining over the good will of those he was familiar with, except indeed

Bardolph's somewhat profane exclamation on hearing the account of his

death, "Would I were with him, wheresoe'er he is, whether in heaven or

hell."

One of the topics of exulting superiority over others most common in Sir

John's mouth is his corpulence and the exterior marks of good living which

he carries about him, thus "turning his vices into commodity." He accounts

for the friendship between the Prince and Poins, from "their legs being

both of a bigness;" and compares Justice Shallow to "a man made after

supper of a cheese-paring." There cannot be a more striking gradation of

character than that between Falstaff and Shallow, and Shallow and Silence.

It seems difficult at first to fall lower than the squire; but this fool,

great as he is, finds an admirer and humble foil in his cousin Silence.

Vain of his acquaintance with Sir John, who makes a butt of him, he

exclaims, "Would, cousin Silence, that thou had'st seen that which this

knight and I have seen!"--"Aye, Master Shallow, we have heard the chimes

at midnight," says Sir John. To Falstaff's observation, "I did not think

Master Silence had been a man of this mettle," Silence answers, "Who, I? I

have been merry twice and once ere now." What an idea is here conveyed of

a prodigality of living? What good husbandry and economical self-denial in

his pleasures? What a stock of lively recollections? It is curious that

Shakspeare has ridiculed in Justice Shallow, who was "in some authority

under the king," that disposition to unmeaning tautology which is the

regal infirmity of later times, and which, it may be supposed, he acquired

from talking to his cousin Silence, and receiving no answers.

"_Falstaff._ You have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich.

_Shallow._ Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all, Sir

John: marry, good air. Spread Davy, spread Davy. Well said, Davy.

_Falstaff._ This Davy serves you for good uses.

_Shallow._ A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet. By the

mass, I have drunk too much sack at supper. A good varlet. Now sit

down, now sit down. Come, cousin."

The true spirit of humanity, the thorough knowledge of the stuff we are

made of, the practical wisdom with the seeming fooleries in the whole of

the garden-scene at Shallow's country-seat, and just before in the

exquisite dialogue between him and Silence on the death of old Double,

have no parallel anywhere else. In one point of view, they are laughable

in the extreme; in another they are equally affecting, if it is affecting

to shew _what a little thing is human life_, what a poor forked creature

man is!

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