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will have away, thy cold; and I will take such order, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spithat thy friends shall ring for thee. — Is here all ? rit, master Shallow. Here's Wart; -- you see what

Shal. Here is two more called than your number ; a ragged appearance it is: he shall charge yon, and you must have but four here, sir ;--- and so, I pray you, discharge you, with the motion of a pewterer's hamgo in with me to dinner.

mer; come off, and on, swifter than he that gibbets Fal. Come, I will go drink with you, but I can- on the brewer's bucket. And this same half-faced felnot tarry dinner. I am glad to see you, in good troth, low, Shadow, — give me this man; he presents no mark master Shallow.

to the enemy; the foeman may with as great aim level Shal. O, sir John, do you remember since we lay all at the edge of a penknife. And, for a retreat, - how night in the windmill in Saint George's fields ? swiftly will this Feeble, the woman's tailor, run off?

Fal. No more of that, good master Shallow, no more 0, give me the spare men, and spare me the great of that.

:-Put me a caliver into Wart's hand, Bardolph. Shal. Ha, it was a merry night! And is Jane Night- Bard. Hold, Wart, traverse; thus, thus, thus. work alive?

Fal. Come, manage me your caliver. So:- very Fal. She lives, master Shallow.

well :--- go to; -- very good :- exceeding good. -0, Shal. She never could away with me.

give me always a little, lean, old, chapped, bald shot.Fal. Never, never: she would always say, she could Well said, i'faith, Wart; thou’rt a good scab: hold, not abide master Shallow.

there's a tester for thee. Shal. By the mass, I could anger her to the heart. She Shal. He is not his craft's-master, he doth not do it was then a bona-roba. Doth she hold her own well? right. I remember at Mile-end green, (when I lay at Fal, old, old, master Shallow.

Clement's inn, - I was then sir Dagonet in Arthur's Shal. Nay, she must be old; she cannot choose but show,) there was a little quiver fellow, and 'a would mabe old; certain, she's old; and had Robin Night-work, nage you his piece thus: and 'a would about, and about, by old Night-work, before I came to Clement’s-inn. and come you in: and come you in: rah, tah, tah, Sil. That's fifty-five year ago.

would'a say; bounce, would'a say; and away again Shal.Ha,cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen that, that would'a go, and again would'a come: --I shall never this knight and I have seen !-Ha, sir John, said I well? see such a fellow.

Fal. We have heard the chimes at midnight, master Fal. These fellows will do well, master Shallow. —
Shallow.

God keep you, master Silence; I will not use many
Shal. That we have, that we have, that we have; in words with you: fare you well, gentlemen both:
faith, sir John, we have; our watchword was, Hem, I thank you : I must a dozen mile to-night.--Bardolph,
boys!-- Come, let's to dinner; come, let's to dinner! - give the soldiers coats.
O, the days that we have seen! Come, come! Shal. Sir John, heaven bless you, and prosper your

[Exeunt Falstaff, Shallow, and Silence. affairs, and send us peace! As you return, visit my Bull. Good master corporate Bardolph, stand my house ; let our old acquaintance be renewed: peradfriend; and here is four Harry ten shillings in French venture, I will wish you to the court. crowns for you. In very truth, sir, I had as lief be hang- Fal. I would you would, master Shallow, ed, sir, as go : and yet, for mine own part, sir, I do Shal. Go to; I have spoke, at a word. Fare you well! not care; but, rather, because I am unwilling, and, for

[Exeunt Shallow and Silence. mine own part, have a desire to stay with my friends; , Fal. Fare you well, gentle genclemen! On, Bardolph; else, sir, I did not care, for mine own part, so much. lead the men away! (Exeunt Burdolph, Recruits, etc.) Bard. Go to ; stand aside!

As I return, I will fetch off these justices : I do see the Moul. And good master corporal captain, for my old bottom of justice Shallow. Lord, lord, how subject we dame's sake, stand my friend : she has nobody to do old men are to this vice of lying! This same starved any thing about her, when I am gone; and she is old, justice hath done nothing but prate to me of the wildand cannot help herself: you shall have forty, sir. ness of his youth, and the feats he hath done about Bard. Go to; stand aside.

Turnbull-street; and every third word a lie, duer paid Fee. By my troth I care not; - a man can die but to the hearer than the Turk's tribute. I do remember once; -- we owe God a death ; - I'll ne'er bear a base him at Clement’s-inn, like a man made after supper of mind: - an't be my destiny, so; an’t be not, so: no a cheese-paring: when he was naked, he was, for all man's too good to serve his prince; and, let it go which the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastiway it will, he, that dies this year, is quit for the next. cally carved upon it with a knife: he was so forlorn, Bard. Well said; thou’rt a good fellow.

that his dimensions to any thick sight were invisible : Fee. 'Faith, I'll bear no base mind.

he was the very Genius of famine; yet lecherous as a Re-enter FALSTAFF, and Justices.

monkey, and the whores called him - mandrake: he Fal. Come, sir, which men shall I have?

came ever in the rear-ward of the fashion; and sung Shal. Four, of which you please.

those tunes to the overscutched huswives that he heard Bard. Sir, 'a word with you :-I have three pound the carmen whistle, and sware-they were his fancies, to free Mouldy and Bull-calf.

or his good-nights. And now is this Vice's dagger beFal. Go to; well.

come a squire; and talks as familiarly of John of Gannt, Shal. Come, sir John, which four will you

have? as if he had been sworn brother to him: and I'll be Fal. Do you choose for me.

sworn he never saw him but once in the Tilt-yard; and Shal. Marry then,- Mouldy, Bull-calf, Feeble, and then he burst his head, for cronding among the marShadow.

shal's men. I saw it; and told John of Gaunt, he beat Fal. Mouldy, and Bull-calf: - for you, Mouldy, his own name: for you might have truss'd him, and all stay at home still; you are past service :-and, for his apparel, into an eel-skin; the case of a treble hautyour part, Bull-calf, -grow till you come unto it; I boy was a mansion for him, a court; and now has he will none of you.

land and beeves. Well; I will be acquainted with him, Shal. Sir John, sir John, do not yourself wrong; if I return: and it shall go hard, but I will make him a they are your likeliest men, and I would have you philosopher's two stones to me: if the young dace be served with the best.

à bait for the old pike, I see no reason, in the law of naFal. Willyou tell me, master Shallow, how to choose Lure, but I may snap at him. Let time shape, and there a man ? Care I for the limb, the thewes, the stature, an end.

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Troop in the throngs of military men:
SCENE I. – A forest in Yorkshire. But, rather, show a while like fearful war,
Enter the Archbishop of York, MOWBRAY, HASTINGS, To diet rank minds, sick of happiness;
and Others.

And parge the obstructions, which begin to stop
Arch. What is this forest call'd ?

Our very veins of life. Hear me more plainly.
Hast. 'Tis Gualtree forest, an't shall please your I have in equal balance justly weigh'd
grace.

What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we suffer,
Arch. Here stand, my lords; and send discoverers And find our griefs heavier than our offences..
forth,

We see which way the stream of time doth run,
To know the numbers of our enemies.

And are enforc'd from our most quiet sphere
Hast. We have sent forth already.

By the rough torrent of occasion :
Arch. 'Tis well done.

And have the summary of all our griefs,
My friends, and brethren in these great affairs, When time shall serve, to show in articles ;
I must acquaint you, that I have receiv'd

Which, long ere this, we offer'd to the king,
New-dated letters from Northumberland;

And might by no suit gain our audience:
Their cold intent, tenour, and substance, thus: When we are wrong’d, and would unfold our griefs,
Here doth he wish his person, with such powers We are denied access unto his person,
As might hold sortance with his quality,

Even by those men, that most have done us wrong.
The which he could not levy; whereupon

The dangers of the days but newly gone,
He is retir’d, to ripe his growing fortunes,

(Whose memory is written on the earth
To Scotland: and concludes in hearty prayers, With yet appearing blood,) and the examples
That your attempts may overlive the hazard,

Ofevery minute's instance, (present now,)
And fearful meeting of their opposite.

Have put us in these ill-beseeming arms :
Mowb. Thus do the hopes we have in him touch Not to break peace, or any branch ofit;
ground,

But to establish here a peace indeed,
And dash themselves to pieces.

Concurring both in name and quality.
Enter a Messenger.

West. When ever yet was your appeal denied ?
Hast. Now, what news?

Wherein have you been galled by the king ?
Mess. West of this forest, scarcely off a mile, What

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hath been suborn'd to grate on you ? In goodly form comes on the enemy:

That you should seal this lawless bloody book
And, by the ground they hide, I judge their number of forg'd rebellion with a seal divine,
Upon, or near, the rate of thirty thousand.

And consecrate commotion's bitter edge?
Mowb. The just proportion, that we gave them out. Arch. My brother general, the commonwealth,
Let us sway on, and face them in the field.

To brother born an household cruelty,
Enter WESTMORELAND.

I make my quarrel in particular.
Arch. What well-appointed leader fronts us here? West. There is no need of any such redress;
Mowb. I think, it is my lord of Westmoreland. Or, if there were, it not belongs to you.
West. Health and fair greeting from our general, Mowb. Why not to him, in part; and to us all,
The prince, lord John and duke of Lancaster. That feel the bruises of the days before;
Arch. Say on, my lord of Westmoreland, in peace; And suffer the condition of these times
What doth concern your coming ?

To lay a heavy and unequal hand
West. Then, my lord,

Upon our honours ?
Unto your grace dol in chief address

iVest. O my good Lord Mowbray,
The substance of my speech. If that rebellion Construe the times to their necessities,
Came like istelf, in base and abject routs,

And
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shall say indeed, - it is the time,
Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rage,

And not the king, that doth you injuries.
And countenanc'd by boys, and beggary;

Yet, for your part, it not appears to me,
I say, if damn’d commotion so appear’d,

Either from the king, or in the present time,
In his true, native, and most proper shape,

That you should have an inch of any ground
You, reverend father, and these noble lords,

To build a grief on. Were you not restor'd
Had not been here, to dress the ugly form

To all the duke of Norfolk's signiories,
Of base and bloody insurrection

Your noble and right-well-remember'd father's ?
With your fair honours. You, lord archbishop, -- Mowb. What thing, in honour, had my father lost,
Whose see is by a civil peace maintain'd;

That need to be reviv'd and breath'd in me?
Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch'd ; The king, that lov'd him, as the state stood then,
Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutorid; Was, force perforce, compellid to banish him :
Whose white investments figure innocence,

And then, when Harry Bolingbroke, and he,
The dove and very blessed spirit of peace, -

Being mounted, and both roused in their seats,
Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself,

Their neighing coursers, daring of the spur,
Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace, Their armed staves in charge, their beavers down,
Into the harsh and boist'rous tongue of war?

Their eyes of fire sparkling through sights of steel,
Turning your books to graves, your ink to blood, And the loud trumpet blowing them together ;
Your pens to lances; and your tongue

divine Then, then, when there was nothing could have staid To a loud trumpet, and a point of war?

My father from the breast of Bolingbroke,
Arch. Wherefore do I this ?—so the question stands. o, when the king did throw his warder down,
Briefly to this end :- We are all diseas'd;

His own life hung upon the staff he threw;
And, with our surfeiting, and wanton hours,

Then threw he down himself; and all their lives,
Have brought ourselves into a burning fever,

That, by indictment, and by dint of sword,
And we must bleed for it; of which disease

Have since miscarried under Bolingbroke.
Our late king, Richard, being infected, died.

West. You speak, lord Mowbray, now you know got
But, my most noble lord of Westmoreland,

what; I take not on me here as a physician;

The earl of Hereford was reputed then

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Who knows,on whom fortune would then have smil’a? To new remembrance: for full well he knows,
But if your father had been victor there,

He cannot so precisely weed this land,
He ne'er had borne it out of Coventry :

As his misdoubts present occasion:
For all the country, in a general voice,

His foes are so enrooted with his friends,
Cried hate upon him; and all their prayers, and love, That, plucking to unfix an enemy,
Were set on Hereford, whom they doted on,

He doth unfasten so, and shake a friend.
And bless’d, and grac'd indeed, more than the king. So that this land, like an offensive wife,
But this is mere digression from my purpose. --

That hath enrag'd him on to offer strokes Here come I from our princely general,

As he is striking, holds his infant up,
To know your griefs; to tell you from his grace,

And hangs resolv'd correction in the arm,
That he will give you audience: and wherein That was upreard to execution.
It shall appear, that your demands are just, Hast. Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods
You shall enjoy them; every thing set off,

On late offenders, that he now doth lack
That might so much as think you enemies.

The very instruments of chastisement : Mowb. But he hath forc'd us to compel this offer; So that his power, like to a fangless lion, And it proceeds from policy, not love.

May oiter, but not hold. West. Mowbray, you overween, to take it so;

Arch. 'Tis very true; This offer comes from mercy, not from fear :

And therefore be assur’d, my good lord marshal, For, lo! within a ken our army lies;

If we do now make our atonement well, Upon mine honour, all too confident

Our peace will, like a broken limb united, To give admittance to a thought of fear.

Grow stronger for the breaking.
Our battle is more full of names than yours,

Mowb. Be it so.
Our men more perfect in the use of arms, Here is return’d my lord of Westmoreland.
Our armour all as strong, our cause the best;

Re-enter WESTHORELAND.
Then reason wills, our hearts should be as good :-

West. The prince is here at hand: pleaseth your

lordship,
Say you not then, our offer is compellid.
Ilowb. Well, by my will, we shall admit no parley. To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies ?

West. That argues but the shame of your offence: Mowb. Your grace of York, in God's name then set
A rotten case abides no handling.

forward. Ilast. Hath the prince John a full commission,

Arch. Before, and greet his grace; -- my lord, we In very ample virtue of his father,

(Exeunt. To hear, and absolutely to determine Of what conditions we shall stand upon ?

SCENE II. Another part of the forest. l'est. That is intended in the general's name: Enter, from one side, Mowbray, the Archbishop, HaI muse, you make so slight a question.

Stings, and others; from the other side, Prince, John Arch. Then take, my lord of Westmoreland, this of LANCASTER, WESTMORELAND, Officers, and Alschedule;

tendants. For this contains our general grievances : -

P. John. You are well encounter'd here, my cousin
Each several article herein redress’d;

Mowbray: -
All members of our cause, both here and hence, Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop; –
That are insinew'd to this action,

And so to you, lord Hastings, and to all. -
Acquitted by a true substantial form;

My lord of York, it better show'd with you, And present execution of our wills

When that your flock, assembled by the bell, To us, and to our purposes, consign'd;

Encircled you, to hear with reverence We come within our awful banks again,

Your exposition on the holy text; And knit our powers to the arm of peace.

Than now to see you here an iron man, West. This will I show the general. Please you, lords, Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum, In sight of both our battles we may meet:

Turning the word to sword, and life to death.
And either end in peace, which heaven so frame! That man, that sits within a monarch's heart,
Or to the place of difference call the swords And ripens in the sunshine of his favour,
Which must decide it.

Would he abuse the countenance of the king,
Arch. My lord, we will do so.[ExitWestermoreland. Alack, what mischiefs might he set abroach,
Mowb. There is a thing within niy bosom, tells me, In shadow of such greatness! With you, lord bishop,
That no conditions of our peace can stand.

It is even soi- who hath not heard it spoken,
Hast. Fear you not that: if we can make our peace How deep you were within the books of God?
Upon such large terms, and so absolute,

To us, the speaker in his parliament;
As our conditions shall consist upon,

To us, the imagin'd voice of God luimself;
Our peace shall stand as firm, as rocky mountains. The very opener, and intelligencer,
Mowb. Ay, but our valuation shall be such, Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven,
That every slight and false-derived cause, And our dull workings: 0, who shall believe,
Yea, every idle, nice, and wanton reason,

But you misuse the reverence of your place;
Shall, to the king, taste of this action:

Employ the countenance and grace of heaven,
That, were our royal faiths martyrs in love, As a false favourite doth his prince's name,
We shall be winnow'd with so rough a wind, In deeds dishonourable? You have taken up,
That even our corn shall seem as light as chaft, Under the counterfeited zeal of God,
And good from bad find no partition.

The subjects of his substitute, my father :
Arch. No, no, my lord; note this,—the king is weary And, both against the peace of heaven and him,
Of dainty and such picking grievances :

Have here up-swarm'd them.
For he hath found, to end one doubt by death, Arch, Good my lord of Lancaster,
- Revives two greater in the heirs of life.

I am not here against your father's peace,
And therefore will he wipe his tables clean; But, as I told my lord of Westmoreland,
And keep no tell-tale to his memory,

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Croud us, and crush us, to this monstrous form, Arch. Go, good lord Hastings,
To hold our safety up. I sent your grace

And, ere they be dismiss’d, let them march by.
The parcels and particulars of our grief;

(Exit Hastings. The which hath been with scorn shov’d from the court, P. John. I trust, my lords, we shall lie to-night toWhereon this Hydra son of war is born:

gether. -
Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm’d asleep,

Re-enter WestMORELAND.
With grant of our most just and right desires ; Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?
And true obedience, of this madness curd,

West. The leaders, having charge from you to stand,
Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.

Will not go off until they hear you speak.
Mowb. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes P. John. They know their duties.
To the last man.

Re-enter HASTINGS.
Hast. And though we here fall down,

Hast. My lord, our army is dispers’d already:
We have supplies to second our attempt;

Like youthful steers unyok'd, they take their courses If they miscarry, theirs shall second them ; East, west, north, south : or, like a school broke up, And so success of mischief shall be born;

Each hurries toward his home, and sporting-place. And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up, West. Good tidings, mylord Hastings; for the which Whiles England shall have generation.

I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason :
P. John. You are too shallow, Hastings, much too And you, lord archbishop, – and yot, lord Mowbray,
shallow,

Of capital treason I attach you both.
To sound the bottom of the after-times.

Mowb. Is this proceeding just and honourable ?
West. Pleaseth your grace, to answer them directly, West. Is your assembly so?
How far-forth you do like their articles?

Arch. Will you thus break your faith?
P. Iohn. I like them all, and do allow them well: P. John. I pawn’d thee none:
And swear here, by the honour of my blood, I promis'd you redress of these same grievances,
My father's purposes have been mistook;

Whereof you did complain; which, by mine houour,
And some about him have too lavishly

I will perform with a niost christian care.
Wrested his meaning and authority. --

But, for you, rebels, – look to taste the due
My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress’d; Meet for rebellion, and such acts as yours.
Upon my soul they shall. If this may please you,

Most shallowly did you these arins commence,
Discharge your powers into their several counties, Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent hence.
As we will our: and here, between the armies, Strike up our drums, pursue the scatter'd stray ;
Let's drink together friendly, and embrace; Heaven, and not we, have safely fought to-day.
That all their eyes may bear those tokens home, Some guard these traitors to the block of death;
Of our restored love, and amity.

Treason's true bed, and yielder up of breath.[Exeunt.
Arch. I take your princely word for these redresses.
P. John. I give it you, and will maintain

SCENE III. – Another part of the forest.
And thereupon I drink unto your grace.

Alarums. Excursions. Enter FALSTAFF, and ColeHast. Go, captain, (To an Officer.) and deliver to

VILE, meeting

Fal. What's your name, sir? of what condition are This news of peace; let them have and

part:

you; and of what place, I pray? I know, it will well please them; hie thee, captain ! Cole. I am a knight, sir; and my name is Colevile

(Exit Officer. of the dale.
Arch. To you, my noble lord of Westmoreland! Fal. Well then, Colevile is your name; a knight is
West. I pledge your grace: and, if you knew what your degree; and your place, the dale : Colevile shall
pains

still be your name; a traitor your degree ; and the dun-
I have bestow'd, to breed this present peace, gcon your place, - a place deep enough'; so shall you
You would drink freely: but my love to you still be Colevile of the dale.
Shall show itself more openly hereafter.

Cole. Are pot you sir John Falstaff?
drch. I do not doubt yon.

Fal. As good a man as he, sir, whoe'er I am. West. I am glad of it.

Do ye yield, sir?'or shall I sweat for you? If I do sweat, Health to my lord, and gentle cousin, Mowbray! they are drops of thy lovers, and they weep for thy Mowb. You wish me health in very happy season; death : therefore rouse up fear and trembling, and do For I am, ou the sudden, something ill.

observance to my mercy. Arch. Against ill chances, men are ever merry; Cole. I think, you are sir John Falstaff; and, in that But heaviuess foreruns the good event.

thought, yield me. West. Therefore be merry, coz; since sudden sorrow Fal. I have a whole school of tongues in this belly of Serves to say thus, – Some good thing comes to-mine; and not a tongue of them all speaks any other

word but my name. An I had but a belly of any indiffeArch. Believe me, I am passing light in spirit. rency, I were simply the most active fellow in Europe: Mowb. So much the worse, if your own rule be true. My womb, my womb, my womb undoes me. - Here

[Shouts within. comes our general.
P. John. The word of peace is render’d: hark, how Enter Prince John of Lancaster, WESTMORELAND,
they shout!

and Others,
Mowb. This had been cheerful, after victory. P. John. The heat is past, follow no further now:
Arch. A peace is of the nature of a conquest; Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland.
For then both parties nobly are subdued,

[Exit Westmoreland. And neither party loser.

Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while?
P. John. Go, my lord,

When every thing is ended, then you come:
And let our army be discharged too.

These tardy tricks of yours will, on my life,

(Exit Westmoreland. One time or other break some gallows' back.
And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains Fal. I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be thas;
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oullet ? Have I, in my poor and old motion, the expe-white and pale, which is the badge of pusillanimity dition of thought? I have speeded hither with the very and cowardice; but the sherris warms it, and makes it extremest inch of possibility; I have foundered nine course from the inwards to the parts extreme. It illuscore and odd posts: and here, travel-tainted as I am, mineth the face; which, as a beacon, gives warning to have, in my pure and immaculate valour, taken sir John all the rest of this little kingdom, man, to arm: and Colevile of the dale, a most furious knight, and valo- then the vital commoners, and inland petty spirits, rous enemy. But what of that? he saw me, and yield- muster me all to their captain, the heart; who, great, ed; that I may justly say, with the hook-nosed fellow and puffed up with this retinue, doth any deed of couof Rome, - I came, saw, and overcame.

rage; and this valour comes of 'sherris. So that skill in P. John. It was more of his courtesy than your de- the weapon is nothing without sack; for that sets it serving

a-work: and learning, a mere hoard of gold kept by a Pal. I know not; here he is, and here I yield him: and devil; till sack commences it, and sets it in act and use. I beseech your grace, let it be booked with the rest of Hereof comes it, that prince Harry is valiant; for the this day's deeds ; or, by the lord, I will have it in a par- cold blood he did naturally inherit of his father, he. ticular ballad else, with mine own picture on the top of hath, like lean, steril, and bare land, manured, hos it, Colevile kissing my foot. To the which course if I banded, and tilled, with excellent endeavour of drinkbe enforced, if you do not all show like gilt tvo-pencesling good, and good store of fertile sherris; that he is to me; and s, in the clear sky of fame, o'ershine you as become very hot, and valiant. If I had a thousand sons, much as the full moon doth the cinders of the element, the first human principle I would teach them, should which show like pins' heads to her; believe not the be, - to forswear thin potations, and addict themselword of the noble: therefore let me have right, and ves to sack let desert mount.

Enter BARDOLPH. P. John. Thine's too heavy to mount.

How now, Bardolph? Pal. Let it shine then.

Bard. The army is discharged all, and gone. P. John. Thine's too thick to shine.

Fal. Let them go. I'll through Glostershire; and Pal. Let it do something, my good lord, that may there will I visit master Robert Shallow, esquire: 1 do me good, and call it what you will.

have him already tempering between my finger and P. John. Is thy name Colevile?

my thumb, and shortly will I seal with him. Come Cole. It is, my lord.

away!

(Exeunt. P. John. A famous rebel art thou, Colevile. Fal. And a famous true subject took him.

SCENE IV. Westminster. A room in the palace.
Cole. I am, my lord, but as my betters are, Enter King Henry, Clarence, Prince HUMPARET,
That led me hither: had they been ruld by me,

WARWICK, and Others.
You should have won them dearer than you have. K.Hen. Now,lords,if heaven doth give successful end

Fal. I know not how they sold themselves; but thou, To this debate, that bleedeth at our doors,
like a kind fellow, gavest thyself away, and I thank We will our youth lead on to higher fields,
thee for thee.

And draw no swords but what are sanctified.
Re-enter WesTMORELAND.

Our navy is address’d, our power collected,
P. John. Now, have you left pursuit ?

Our substitutes in absence well invested, West. Retreat is made, and execution stay'd. And every thing lies level to our wish : P. John. Send Colevile, with his confederates, Only, we want a little personal strength; To York, to present execution:

And pause us, till these rebels, now afoot, Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him sure. Come underneath the yoke of government.

(Exeunt some with Colevile. War. Both which, we doubt not but your majesty
And now despatch we toward the court, my lords ; Shall soon enjoy.
I hear, the king my father is sore sick:

K. Hen. Humphrey, my son of Gloster,
Our news shall go before us to his majesty, — Where is the prince your brother?
Which, cousin, you shall bear, to comfort him; P. Humph. I think, he's gone to hunt, mylord, at
And we with sober speed vill follow you.

Windsor.
Fal. My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to go K. Hen. And how accompanied ?
through Glostershire: and, when you come to court, P. Humph. I do not know, my lord.
stand my good lord, 'pray, in your good report. K. Hen. Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence,

P. John. Fare you well, Falstaff! I, in my condition, with him ?
Shall better speak of you than you deserve. (Exit. P. Humph. No, my good lord ; he is in presence here.

Pal. I would, you had but the wit;'twere better than Cla. What would my lord and father?
your dukedom. - Good faith, this same young sober- K. Hen. Nothing bút well to thee, Thomas of Cla-
blooded boy doth not love me; nor a man cannot make
him laughi — but that's no marvel, he drinks no wine. How chance, thou art not with the prince thy brother?
There's never any of these demure boys come to any He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Thomas ;
proof: for thin drink doth so over-cool their blood, Thou hast a better place in his affection,
and making many fish-meals, that they fall into a kind Than all thy brothers: cherish it, my boy;
of male green-sickness; and then, when they marry, And noble offices thou may'st effect
they get wenches: they are generally fools and co-of mediation, after I am dead,
wards; -- which some of us should be too, but for in- Between his greatness and thy other brethren:-
flammation. A good sherris-sack hath a two-fold ope- Therefore, omit him not; blúnt not his love:
ration in it. It ascends me into the brain; dries me Nor lose the good advantage of his grace,
there all the foolish, and dull, and crudy vapours, By seeming cold, or careless of his will.
which environ it: makes it apprehensive, quick, for-For he is gracious, if he be observ'd;
getive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes; He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
which deliver'd o'er to the voice, (the tongue,) which Open as day for melting charity:
is the birth, becomes excellent wit. The second pro- yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's flint ;
perty of your excellent sherris is, – the warming of As humorous as winter, and as sudden
the blood; which, before cold and settled, left the liver As flaws congealed in the spring of day.

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