BULLCALF.
Good Master Corporate Bardolph, stand my friend; and here’s four Harry ten shillings in French crowns for you. In very truth, sir, I had as lief be hanged, sir, as go. And yet, for mine own part, sir, I do not care; but rather because I am unwilling, and, for mine own part, have a desire to stay with my friends; else, sir, I did not care, for mine own part, so much.
BARDOLPH.
Go to, stand aside.
MOULDY.
And, good Master Corporal Captain, for my old dame’s sake, stand my friend. She has nobody to do anything about her when I am gone, and she is old, and cannot help herself. You shall have forty, sir.
BARDOLPH.
Go to, stand aside.
FEEBLE.
By my troth, I care not. A man can die but once. We owe God a death. I’ll ne’er bear a base mind. An ’t be my destiny, so; an ’t be not, so. No man’s too good to serve’s prince, and let it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next.
BARDOLPH.
Well said, th’art a good fellow.
FEEBLE.
Faith, I’ll bear no base mind.
Enter Falstaff and the Justices.
FALSTAFF.
Come, sir, which men shall I have?
SHALLOW.
Four of which you please.