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Of capital treason I attach you both.

Mow. Is this proceeding just and honorable?
West. Is your assembly so ?

Arch. Will you thus break your faith?

P. John.

I pawn'd thee none :

I promised you redress of these same grievances,
Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honor,
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 scatter'd 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.



Another part of the forest.

Alarums. Excursions. Enter FALSTAFF and COLEVILE meeting.

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.

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.

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P. John. The heat is past; follow no farther


Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland.

[Exit Westmoreland, 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


One time or other break some gallows' back.

Fal. I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be

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thus: I never knew yet, but rebuke and check was

the reward of valor.
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 nine-score and odd posts; and here,
travel-tainted as I am, have, in my pure and imma-
culate valor, 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,1-
came, saw, and overcame.'

Do you think me a swallow,


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 show 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 show like pins' heads to her;-believe not the word of the noble: therefore let me have right, and let desert mount.

1 Julius Cæsar.

2 A ludicrous term for the stars.

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P. John. Thine 's too heavy to mount.
Fal. Let it shine then.

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 ?

Cole. It is, my


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.


P. John. Now, have you left pursuit?
West. Retreat is made, and execution stay'd.
P. John. Send Colevile, with his confederates,
To York, to present execution.


Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him
[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 Glostershire; and, when you come to

court, stand my good lord,1 pray, in your good report.

P. John. Fare you well, Falstaff: I, in my condition,2


Shall better speak of you than you deserve. [Exit. Fal. I would, you had but the wit; 'twere better than 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; 3 for thin drink doth so overcool 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 vapors 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

1 Friend.

2 In my good nature.'-Johnson.

3 Coufirmed state of manhood

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