Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent hence.Strike up our drums, pursue the scatter'd stray; Heaven, and not we, hath safely fought today. Some guard these traitors to the block of death; Treason's true bed, and yielder up of breath. SCENE III. [Exeunt. Alarums. Another Part of the Forest. Excursions. Enter FALSTAFF and Fal. What's your name, Sir? of what condition are you; and of what place, I pray ? -- Cole. I am a knight, Sir; and my name is Colevile of the dale. a Fal. Well then, Colevile is your name; knight is your degree; and your place, the dale: Colevile shall still be your name; a traitor your degree; and the dungeon your place, a place deep enough; so shall you still be Colevile of the dale. Cole. Are not you Sir John Falstaff? Fal. As good a man as he, Sir, whoe'er I am. Do ye yield, Sir? or shall I sweat for you? If I do sweat, they are drops of thy lovers, and they weep for thy death: therefore rouse up fear and trembling, and do observance to my mercy. Cole. I think, you are sir John Falstaff; and, in that thought, yield me. VOL. IX. 13 Fal. I have a whole school of tongues in this belly of mine; and not a tongue of them all speaks any other word but my name. An I had but a belly of any indifferency, I were simply the most active fellow in Europe: My womb, my womb, my womb undoes me. -- Here comes our general. Enter Prince JOHN of LANCASTER, WESTMORÉ: LAND, and Others. P. John. The heat is past, follow no further now; Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland. [Exit WEST. Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while? When every thing is ended, then you come : These tardy tricks of yours will, on my life, One time or other break some gallows' back. Fal. I would be sorry, my Lord, but it should be thus: I never knew yet, but rebuke and check was the reward of valour. Do you think me a swallow, an arrow, or a bullet? have I, in my poor and old motion, the expedition of thought? I have speeded hither with the very extremest inch of possibility; I have founder'd nine- score and odd posts: and here, travel-tainted as I am, have, in my pure and immaculate valour, taken sir John Colevile of the dale, a most furious knight, and valorous enemy: But what of that? he saw me, and yielded; that I may justly say with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, ----- I came, saw, and over came. 31 It was more of his courtesy than P. John. your deserving. Fal. I know not; here he is, and here I yield him and I beseech your Grace, let it be book'd with the rest of this day's deeds; or, by the Lord, I will have it in a particular ballad else, with mine own picture on the top of it, Colevile kissing any foot: To the which course if I be enforced, if you do not all show like gilt two-pences to me; and I, in the clear sky of fame, o'ershine you as much as the full moon doth the cinders of the element, which show like pins'-heads to her; believe not the word of the noble: Therefore let me have right, and let desert mount. P. John. Thine's too heavy to mount. P. John. Thine's too thick to shine. Fal. Let it do something, my good Lord, that may do me good, and call it what you will. P. John. Is thy name Colevile? 12 Cole. It is my Lord. P. John. A famous rebel art thou, Colevile. Fal. And a famous true subject took him. Cole. I am, my Lord, but as my betters are, That led me hither: had they been rul'd by me, You should have won them dearer than you have. Fal. I know not how they sold themselves : but thou, like a kind fellow, gavest thyself away; and I thank thee for thee. Re-enter WESTMORELAND. P. John. Now, have you left pursuit? P. John., Send Colevile, with his confede rateś, To York,, to present execution: - Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him sure. [Exeunt some with COLEVILE And now despatch we toward the court, iny I hear, the King my father is sore sick : him; to comfort And we with sober speed will follow you. Fal. My Lord, I beseech you, give me leave to go through Glostershire: and, when you come to court, stand my good Lord, 'pray, in your good report, P. John. Fare you well, Falstaff: I, in my condition, Shall better speak of you than you deserve. [Exit. Fal. I would, you had but the wit; were better than your dukedom. Good faith, this same young sober-blooded boy doth not love me; nor a man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel, he drinks no wine. There's never any of these demure boys come to any proof: for thin drink doth so over-cool their blood, and making many fish-meals, that they fall into a kind of male green - sickness; and then, when they marry, they get wenches: they are generally fools and cowards; which some of us should be too, but for inflammation. A good sherrissack hath a twofold operation in it. It ascends me into the brain; dries me there all the foolish, and dull, and crudy vapours - which environ it makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetivè, full of himble, fiery, and delectable shapes; which deliver'd o'er to the voice, (the tongue,) which is the birth, becomes excellent wit. The second porperty of your excellent sherris is, the warming of the blood; which,' before cold and settled, left the liver white and pale, which is the badge of pusillanimity and cowardice but the sherris warms it, and makes it course from the inwards to the parts extreme. It illumineth the face; which, as a beacon, gives warning to all the rest of this little kingdom, man, to arm and then the vital cominoners, and inland petty spirits, muster me all to their captain, the heart; who, great, and puff'd up with this retinue, doth any deed of courage; and this valour comes of sherris: So that skill in the weapon is nothing, without sack; for that sets it a-work and learning, a mere hoard of gold kept by a devil; till sack commences it, and sets it in act and use. Hereof comes it, that Prince Harry is valiant: for the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his father, he hath, like lean, steril, and bare land, manured, husbanded, and tilled, with excellent endeavour of drinking good, and good store of fertile sherris; that he is become very hot, and valiant. If I had a thousand sons, the first human principle I : would teach them, should be, to forswear thin potations, and addict themselves to sack. Enter BARDOLPH. How now, Bardolph ? Bard. The army is discharged all, and gone. |