That all their eyes may bear those tokens home Of our restored love and amity.

Arch. I take your princely word for these redresses.

P.John. I give it you, and will maintain my word: And thereupon I drink unto your grace.

Hast. Go, captain [To an Officer], and deliver to the army

This news of peace: let them have pay, and part: I know it will well please them. Hie thee, captain. [Exit Officer. Arch. To you, my noble lord of Westmorland. West. I pledge your grace: and if you knew what pains

I have bestowed to breed this present peace,
You would drink freely: but my love to you
Shall shew itself more openly hereafter.
Arch. I do not doubt you.

And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains
March by us; that we may peruse the men
We should have coped withal.

Arch. And, ere they be dismissed, let them march by. [Exit HASTINGS

Go, good Lord Hastings,

P. John. I trust, my lords, we shall lie to-night together.

Re-enter WESTMORLAND.
Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?
West. The leaders, having charge from you
stand,

Will not go off until they hear you speak.
P. John. They know their duties.

Re-enter HASTINGS.

to

Hast. My lord, our army is dispersed already:

Like youthful steers unyoked, they take their

courses

East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke up, Each hurries towards his home and sporting-place.

West. Good tidings, my Lord Hastings; for the which

I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason: And you, lord Archbishop, and you, Lord Mowbray,

Of capital treason I attach you both.

Mowb. Is this proceeding just and honourable?
West. Is your assembly so?

Arch. Will you thus break your faith?
I pawned thee none.

P. John.

I promised you redress of these same grievances Whereof you did complain: which, by mine

honour,

I will perform with a most christian care.
But for you, rebels, look to taste the due
Meet for rebellion and such acts as yours.
Most shallowly did you these arms commence,
Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent hence.-
Strike up our drums, pursue the scattered stray:
Heaven, and not we, hath safely fought to-day.
Some guard these traitors to the block of death;
Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III. Another part of the Forest. Alarums: Excursions. Enter FALSTAFF and COLEVILE, meeting.

Fal. What's your name, sir? of what conditior are you, and of what place, I pray?

Cole. I am a knight, sir; and my name is Colevile of the Dale.

Fal. Well then, Colevile is your name, a 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.

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, WESTMORLAND,

and others.

P. John. The heat is past, follow no further now: Call in the powers, good cousin Westmorland.[Exit WESTMORland.

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 foundered ninescore 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 hooknosed fellow of Rome, "I came, saw, and overcame."

P. John. It was more of his courtesy than your deserving.

Fal. I know not: here he is, and here I yield him and I beseech your grace, let it be booked 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 my foot. To the which course if I be enforced, if you do not all shew like gilt twopences 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 shew like pinsheads 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.
Fal. Let it shine, then.

P. John. Thine 's too thick too 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? It is, my lord.

Cole.

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 ruled 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 WESTMORLAND.

P. John. Now, have you left pursuit?
West. Retreat is made and execution stayed.
P. John. Send Colevile, with his confederates,

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, my lords:
I hear the King my father is sore sick.
Our news shall go before us to his majesty
(Which, cousin, you shall bear), to comfort him;
And we with sober speed will follow you.

Fal. My lord, I beseech you give me leave to go through Gloucestershire: 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; 't 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 sherris-sack 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, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes: which delivered o'er to the voice (the tongue), which is the birth, becomes excellent wit. The second property 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 commoners and inland petty spirits muster me all to their captain, the heart; who, great and puffed 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

Enter KING HENRY, CLARENCE, PRINCE
HUMPHREY, WARWICK, and others.

K. Hen. Now, lords, if Heaven doth give successful end

To this debate that bleedeth at our doors,
We will our youth lead on to higher fields,
And draw no swords but what are sanctified.
Our navy is addressed, our power collected,
Our substitutes in absence well invested,
And everything lies level to our wish:
Only we want a little personal strength,
And pause us till these rebels, now afoot,
Come underneath the yoke of government.

War. Both which we doubt not but your majesty Shall soon enjoy.

K. Hen. Humphrey, my son of Gloster, Where is the prince your brother?

P. Humph. I think he's gone to hunt, my lord, at Windsor.

K. Hen. And how accompanied?
P. Humph. I do not know, my lord.
K. Hen. Is not his brother Thomas of Clarence
with him?

P. Humph. No, my good lord: he is in presence here.

Cla. What would my lord and father?

K. Hen. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of

Clarence.

How chance thou art not with the prince thy

brother?

He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Thomas.
Thou hast a better place in his affection
Than all thy brothers: cherish it, my boy;
And noble offices thou mayst affect
Of mediation, after I am dead,
Between his greatness and thy other brethren.
Therefore omit him not: blunt not his love;
Nor lose the good advantage of his grace,
By seeming cold, or careless of his will.
For he is gracious if he be observed:
He hath a tear for pity, and a hand

Open as day for melting charity:
Yet notwithstanding, being incensed, he's flint;
As humorous as winter, and as sudden
As flaws congealéd in the spring of day.
His temper, therefore, must be well observed:
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth:
But, being moody, give him line and scope,
Till that his passions, like a whale on ground,
Confound themselves with working. Learn this,
Thomas,

And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends:
A hoop of gold to bind thy brothers in;
That the united vessel of their blood,
Mingled with venom of suggestion
(As, force perforce, the age will pour it in),
Shall never leak, though it do work as strong
As aconitum or rash gunpowder.

Cla. I shall observe him with all care and love.

K. Hen. Why art thou not at Windsor with him, Thomas?

Cla. He is not there to-day; he dines in London. K. Hen. And how accompanied: canst thou tell that?

Cla. With Poins and other his continual fol

lowers.

K. Hen. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds; And he, the noble image of my youth, Is overspread with them. Therefore my grief Stretches itself beyond the hour of death: The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape, In forms imaginary, the unguided days And rotten times that you shall look upon When I am sleeping with my ancestors. For when his headstrong riot hath no curb, When rage and hot blood are his counsellors, When means and lavish manners meet together, O with what wings shall his affections fly Towards fronting peril and opposed decay!

War. My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite:

The prince but studies his companions
Like a strange tongue: wherein, to gain the
language,

"T is needful that the most immodest word
Be looked upon and learned: which once attained,
Your highness knows comes to no further use
But to be known and hated. So, like gross terms,
The prince will, in the perfectness of time,
Cast off his followers: and their memory
Shall as a pattern or a measure live,

By which his grace must mete the lives of others:
Turning past evils to advantages.

K. Hen. "Tis seldom when the bee doth leave her comb

In the dead carrion.-Who's here: Westmorland?

Enter WESTMORLAND.

West. Health to my sovereign; and new happiness

Added to that that I am to deliver!

Prince John, your son, doth kiss your grace's hand:
Mowbray, the Bishop Scroop, Hastings, and all,
Are brought to the correction of your law:
There is not now a rebel's sword unsheathed,
But peace puts forth her olive everywhere.
The manner how this action hath been borne,
Here at more leisure may your highness read,
With every course in his particular.

K. Hen. O Westmorland, thou art a summer bird,

Which ever in the haunch of winter sings
The lifting up of day.-Look: here's more news.
Enter HARCOURT.

Har. From enemies Heaven keep yourmajesty;
And when they stand against you, may they fall
As those that I am come to tell you of!
The Earl Northumberland and the Lord Bardolph,
With a great power of English and of Scots,
Are by the sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown :
The manner and true order of the fight,
This packet, please it you, contains at large.
K. Hen. And wherefore should these good news
make me sick?

Will fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
She either gives a stomach and no food;
Such are the poor in health: or else a feast
And takes away the stomach; such are the rich
That have abundance and enjoy it not.
I should rejoice now at this happy news;
And now my sight fails and my brain is giddy.—
O me! come near me: now I am much ill. [Swoons.
P. Humph. Comfort, your majesty !
O my royal father!

Cla.

West. My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself; look up!

War. Be patient, princes: you do know these fits Are with his highness very ordinary.

Stand from him, give him air; he 'll straight be well.

Cla. No, no; he cannot long hold out these pangs. The incessant care and labour of his mind Hath wrought the mure that should confine it in So thin that life looks through, and will break out. P. Humph. The people fear me; for they do observe

Unfathered heirs and loathly birds of nature. The seasons change their manners; as the year Had found some months asleep, and leaped them

over.

Cla. The river hath thrice flowed, no ebb be

tween:

And the old folk, time's doting chronicles,
Say it did so a little time before

That our great grandsire, Edward, sicked and died.
War. Speak lower, princes, for the King re-

covers.

P. Humph. This apoplexy will certain be his

end.

K. Hen. I pray you take me up, and bear me hence

Into some other chamber: softly, pray.

[They convey the KING into an inner part of the room, and place him on a bed. Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends: Unless some dull and favourable hand Will whisper music to my weary spirit.

War. Call for the music in the other room.
K. Hen. Set me the crown upon my pillow here.
Cla. His eye is hollow, and he changes much.
War. Less noise, less noise.

open

O polished perturbation, golden care,
That keep'st the ports of slumber wide
To many a watchful night!-sleep with it now:
Yet not so sound and half so deeply sweet
As he whose brow, with homely biggin bound,
Snores out the watch of night. O majesty,
When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit
Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,
That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath
There lies a downy feather which stirs not:
Did he suspire, that light and weightless down
Perforce must move. My gracious lord, my

father!

This sleep is sound indeed: this is a sleep That from this golden rigol hath divorced

War. This door is open; he is gone this way. P. Humph. He came not through the chamber where we stayed.

K. Hen. Where is the crown? who took it from my pillow?

War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here.

K. Hen. The prince hath ta'en it hence: go, seek him out.

Is he so hasty that he doth suppose
My sleep my death?—

Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him hither. [Exit WARWICK.

This part of his conjoins with my disease,
And helps to end me.-See, sons, what things

you are!

How quickly nature falls into revolt,

When gold becomes her object!

For this the foolish over-careful fathers

Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains

with care,

Their bones with industry:

For this they have engrosséd and piled up The cankered heaps of strange-achieved gold: For this they have been thoughtful to invest Their sons with arts and martial exercises: When, like the bee, tolling from every flower The virtuous sweets,

Our thighs packed with wax, our mouths with honey,

We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees,
Are murdered for our pains. This bitter taste
Yield his engrossments to the ending father.—
Re-enter WARWICK.

Now, where is he that will not stay so long
Till his friend sickness hath determined me?

War. My lord, I found the prince in the next
room,

Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks;
With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow,
That tyranny which never quaffed but blood
Would, by beholding him, have washed his knife
With gentle eyedrops. He is coming hither.
K. Hen. But wherefore did he take away the
crown?

Re-enter PRINCE HENRY. Lo where he comes.-Come hither to me, Harry.Depart the chamber, leave us here alone.

[Exeunt CLARENCE, PRINCE HUMPHREY, Lords, &c.

P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak again. K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought:

I stay too long by thee; I weary thee.
Dost thou so hunger for my empty chair,
That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine honours
Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth!
Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm

thee.

Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity
Is held from falling with so weak a wind,
That it will quickly drop: my day is dim.
Thou hast stolen that which, after some few hours,
Were thine without offence: and at my death
Thou hast sealed up my expectation:
Thy life did manifest thou lov'dst me not,
And thou wilt have me die assured of it.
Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts,
Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart
To stab at half an hour of my life.
What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour?
Then get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself;
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear
That thou art crownéd, not that I am dead.
Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse
Be drops of balm to sanctify thy head:
Only compound me with forgotten dust;
Give that which gave thee life unto the worms.
Pluck down my officers, break my decrees;
For now a time is come to mock at form.
Harry the fifth is crowned :-up, vanity:
Down, royal state! All you sage counsellors,
hence:

And to the English court assemble now,
From every region, apes of idleness!