Shallow.—He greets me well, sir. I knew him a good backsword man. How doth the good Knight now? Look! here comes good Sir John. (Enter Falstaff.) Give me your good hand, give me your worship's good hand. By my troth you look well and bear your years very well; welcome, good Sir John.
Falstaff.—I am glad to see you well, good Master Robert Shallow. Fie, this is hot weather, gentlemen. Have you provided me with half a dozen sufficient men?
Shallow.—Marry have we, sir.
Falstaff.—Let me see them, I beseech you.
Shallow.—Where's the roll? Where's the roll? Where's the roll? Let me see, let me see, let me see. So, so, so, so, so, so, so; yea, marry sir.—Ralph Mouldy! Let them appear as I call; let them do so, let them do so. Let me see; where is Mouldy?
Mouldy.—Here, an't please you.
Shallow.—What think you, Sir John? A good limbed fellow: young, strong, and of good friends.
Falstaff.—Is thy name Mouldy?
Mouldy.—Yea, an't please you.
Falstaff.—'Tis the more time thou wert used.