| ACT III.
2. SCENE II. Gloucestershire. Before Justice Shallow's house.
 (continued)SILENCE.
We shall all follow, cousin.
 
 SHALLOW.
Certain, 'tis certain; very sure, very sure:  death, as the Psalmist
 saith, is certain to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at
 Stamford fair?
 
 SILENCE.
By my troth, I was not there.
 
 SHALLOW.
Death is certain. Is old Double of your town living yet?
 
 SILENCE.
Dead, sir.
 
 SHALLOW.
Jesu, Jesu, dead! a' drew a good bow; and dead! a' shot a fine shoot:
 John a Gaunt loved him well, and betted much money on his head.
 Dead! a' would have clapped i' the clout at twelve score; and carried
 you a forehand shaft a fourteen and fourteen and a half, that it
 would have done a man's heart good to see.  How a score of ewes now?
 
 SILENCE.
Thereafter as they be:  a score of good ewes may be worth ten
 pounds.
 
 SHALLOW.
And is old Double dead?
 
 SILENCE.
Here come two of Sir John Falstaffs men, as I think.
 
 [Enter Bardolph, and one with him.]
 BARDOLPH.
Good morrow, honest gentlemen:  I beseech you, which is justice
 Shallow?
 
 SHALLOW.
I am Robert Shallow, sir; a poor esquire of this county, and one
 of the king's justices of the peace:  what is your good pleasure
 with me?
 
 BARDOLPH.
My captain, sir, commends him to you; my captain, Sir John
 Falstaff, a tall gentleman, by heaven, and a most gallant leader.
 
 SHALLOW.
He greets me well, sir.  I knew him a good backsword man.  How
 doth the good knight? may I ask how my lady his wife doth?
 
 BARDOLPH.
Sir, pardon; a soldier is better accommodated than with a wife.
 
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