SILENCE.
Dead, sir.
SHALLOW.
Jesu, Jesu, dead! He drew a good bow, and dead! He shot a fine shoot. John a Gaunt loved him well, and betted much money on his head. Dead! He would have clapped i’ th’ 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 Falstaff’s men, as I think.
Enter Bardolph and one with him.
SHALLOW.
Good morrow, honest gentlemen.
BARDOLPH.
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.