| ACT V.
SCENE 1. Gloucestershire. Shallow's house.
 [Enter Shallow, Falstaff, Bardolph, and Page.]
 SHALLOW.
By cock and pie, sir, you shall not away to-night.
 What, Davy, I say!
 
 FALSTAFF.
You must excuse me, Master Robert Shallow.
 
 SHALLOW.
I will not excuse you; you shall not be excused; excuses
 shall not be admitted; there is no excuse shall serve; you shall
 not be excused. Why, Davy!
 
 [Enter Davy.]
 DAVY.
Here, sir.
 
 SHALLOW.
Davy, Davy, Davy, Davy, let me see, Davy; let me see,
 Davy; let me see:  yea, marry, William cook, bid him come hither.
 Sir John, you shall not be excused.
 
 DAVY.
Marry, sir, thus; those precepts cannot be served; and,
 again, sir, shall we sow the headland with wheat?
 
 SHALLOW.
With red wheat, Davy. But for William cook:  are there no
 young pigeons?
 
 DAVY.
Yes, sir. Here is now the smith's note for shoeing and
 plough-irons.
 
 SHALLOW.
Let it be cast and paid. Sir John, you shall not be excused.
 
 DAVY.
Now, sir, a new link to the bucket must needs be had:  and, sir, do
 you mean to stop any of William's wages, about the sack he lost the
 other day at Hinckley fair?
 
 SHALLOW.
A' shall answer it. Some pigeons, Davy, a couple of short-legg'd
 hens, a joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kickshaws,
 tell William cook.
 
 DAVY.
Doth the man of war stay all night, sir?
 
 SHALLOW.
Yea, Davy.  I will use him well:  a friend i' the court is better
 than a penny in purse. Use his men well, Davy; for they are
 arrant knaves, and will backbite.
 
 DAVY.
No worse than they are backbitten, sir; for they have marvellous
 foul linen.
 
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