Stoop tamely to the foot of Majefty.

Mowb. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes
To the laft man.

Haft. And though we here fall down,
We have fupplies to fecond our attempt:
If they mifcarry, theirs fhall fecond them.
And fo* fuccefs of mifchief fhall be born,
And heir from heir fhall hold this quarrel up,
While England fhall have generation.

Lan. You are too fhallow, Haftings, much too fhallow, To found the bottom of the after-times.

Weft. Pleafeth your Grace, to answer them directly,
How far-forth you do like their articles ?

Lan. I like them all, and do allow them well:
And fwear here, by the honour of my blood,
My father's purposes have been mistook,
And fome about him have too lavishly
Wrefted his meaning and authority.

My Lord, these griefs fhall be with speed redreft;
Upon my life, they fhall. If this may please you,
Discharge your pow'rs unto their feveral counties,
As we will ours; and here between the armies
Let's drink together friendly, and embrace;
That all their eyes may bear those tokens home,
Of our reftored love and amity.

York. I take your princely word for these redreffes.
Lan. I give it you; and will maintain my word;
And thereupon I drink unto your Grace.

Haft. Go, captain, 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 Colevile. York. To you, my noble Lord of Westmorland.

Weft. I pledge your Grace; and if you knew what pains I have beftow'd, to breed this prefent peace,

You would drink freely; but my love to ye

Shall fhew it felf more openly hereafter.

York. I do not doubt you.

Weft. I am glad of it.

Succefs here is to be understood in the fame fenfe as Succeflon.

Health

Health to my Lord, and gentle coufin Mowbray !
Mowb. You wish me health in very happy feason,
For I am on the fudden fomething ill.

York. Against ill chances men are ever merry,
But heaviness fore-runs the good event.

Weft. Therefore be merry, Coz, fince fudden forrow Serves to fay thus, Some good thing comes to-morrow. York. Believe me, I am paffing light in spirit.

Mowb. So much the worse, if your own rule be true. Lan. The word of peace is render'd; hark! they fhout, [Shouts Mowb. This had been chearful after victory.

York. A peace is of the nature of a conqueft; For then both parties nobly are fubdu'd,

And neither party lofer.

Lan. Go, my Lord,

And let our army be discharged too.

[Exit Wefti

And, good my Lord, fo please you, let our trains

March by us, that we may perufe the men

We fhould have cop'd withal.

York. Go, good Lord Haftings:

And ere they be difmifs'd, let them march by. [Exit Haft.
Lan. I truft, Lords, we shall lye to-night together.
SCENE V. Enter Weftmorland.

Now, coufin, wherefore ftands our army ftill?
Weft. The leaders having charge from you to ftand,
Will not go off until they hear you speak.
Lan. They know their duties.

Re-Enter Haftings.

Haft. My Lord, our army is difpers'd already :
Like youthful Steers unyoak'd, the took their course
Eaft, weft, north, fouth: or like a school broke up,
Each hurries towards his home and sporting-place.

Weft. Good tidings, my Lord Haftings; for the which I do arreft thee, traitor, of high treafon :

And you, Lord Arch-bishop, and you, Lord Mowbray,
Of capital treafon I attach you both.

Mowb. Is this proceeding juft and honourable?

Weft. Is your affembly fo?

York. Will you thus break your

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faith?

Lan. I pawn'd you none:

I promis'd you redress of these fame grievances
Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honour,
I will perform with a moft chriftian care.
But for you, rebels, look to tafte the due
Meet for rebellion and fuch acts as yours.
Moft shallowly did you thefe arms commence,
Fondly brought here, and foolishly fent hence.
Strike up our drums, purfue the fcatter'd ftray,
Heav'n and not we have fafely fought to-day.
Some guard thefe traitors to the block of death,
Treafon's true bed and yielder up of breath.

[Exeunt.

[Alarm, Excurfions. SCENE VI. Enter Falftaff and Colevile. 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 fhall ftill be your name, a traitor your degree, and the dungeon your place, a place deep enough: fo fhall you ftill be Colevile of the dale.

Cole. Are not you Sir John Falstaff?

Fal. As good a man as he, Sir, who e'er I am: do ye yield, Sir, or fhall I fweat for you? if I do fweat, they are the drops of thy lovers, and they weep for thy death; therefore rowze up fear and trembling, and do obfervance 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 fimply the most active fellow in Europe: my womb, my womb, my womb undoes me. Here comes our General. Enter Prince John of Lancafter, and Westmorland. Lan. The heat is paft, follow no farther now. Call in the pow'rs, good coufin Weftmorland. [Exit Weft. Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while?

When

When every thing is ended, then you come.
Thefe tardy tricks of yours will, on my life,
One time or other break fome gallow's back.

Fal. I would be forry, 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 fwallow, an arrow, or a bullet? have I, in my poor and old motion, the expedition of thought? I fpeeded hither with the very extreameft inch of poffibility. I have founder'd ninefcore and odd pofts: 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 faw me and yielded; that I may juftly fay with the hooknos'd fellow of Rome, I came, faw, and overcame.

Lan. It was more of his courtefie thanyour deferving. 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 elfe, with mine own picture on the top of it, Colevile kiffing my foot: to the which course if I be enforc'd, if you do not all fhew like gilt two-pences to me; and I in the clear sky of fame, o'erfhine you as much as the full Moon doth the cinders of the element, which fhew like pins heads to her; believe not the word of the noble. Therefore let me have right, and let defert mount.

Lan. Thine's too heavy to mount.

Fal. Let it fhine then.

Lan. Thine's too thick to shine.

Fal. Let it do fomething, my good Lord, that

me good, and call it what you

Lan. Is thy name Colevile ?

Cole. It is, my Lord.

will.

Lan. A famous rebel art thou, Colvile.
Fal. And a famous true fubject 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.

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Fal. I know not how they fold themselves; but thou, like a kind fellow, gav'ft thy felf away gratis ; and I thank thee, for thee,

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SCENE VII. Enter Weftmorland. Lan. Now have you left pursuit ?

Weft. Retreat is made, and execution ftay'd.
Lan. Send Colevile then with his confederates
To York, to prefent execution.

Blunt, lead him hence, and fee you guard him fure.
Ex. with Colevile.
And now dispatch we tow'rd the Court, my Lords;
I hear the King, my father, is fore fick :
Our news fhall go before us to his Majesty,
Which, coufin, you fhall bear to comfort him:
And we with fober fpeed will follow you.

Fal. My Lord, I befeech you, give me leave to go through Glo'fterbire; and when you come to Court, 'pray, ftand in your good report, my Lord.

Lan. Fare you well, Falstaff; I, in my condition, Shall better fpeak of you than you deserve.

[Exit. Fal. I would you had but the wit; 'twere better than your dukedom. Good faith, this fame young fober-blooded boy doth not love me; 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 fo over-cool their blood, and making many fish-meals, that they fall into a kind of male green-fickness; and then when they marry, they get wenches. They are generally fool and cowards; which fome of us fhould be too, but for inflammation. A good Sherris-fack hath a two-fold operation in it; it ascends me into the brain, dries me there all the foolish, dull and crudy vapours which environ it; makes it apprehenfive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery and delectable fhapes; which deliver'd o'er to the voice, in the tongue, which is the birth, become excellent wit. The fecond property of your excellent Sherris, is the warming of the blood; which before cold and fettled, left the liver white and pale; which is the badge of pufillanimity and cowardife; but the Sherris warms it, and makes it courfe from the inwards, to the parts extreme; it illuminateth 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 ipirits mufter me all to their cap

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