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March by us; that we may peruse the men
We should have cop'd withal.

ARCH.
And, ere they be difmifs'd, let them march by.

Go, good lord Hastings,

[Exit HASTINGS.

P. JOHN. I truft, lords, we shall lie to-night together.

Re-enter WESTMORELAND.

Now, coufin, wherefore ftands our army ftill?

WEST. The leaders, having charge from you to ftand,

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

Re-enter HASTINGS.

HAST. My lord, our army is difpers'd already: Like youthful steers unyok'd, they take their courfes East, west, north, fouth; or, like a school broke up, Each hurries toward his home, and fporting-place.

WEST. Good tidings, my lord Haftings; for the which

I do arreft thee, traitor, of high treason:And you, lord archbishop,—and you, lord Mowbray,

Of capital treason I attach you both.

MoWB. Is this proceeding juft and honourable? WEST. Is your affembly fo?

ARCH. Will you thus break your faith?

P. JOHN.

I pawn'd thee none:

I promis'd you redress of these fame grievances, Whereof you did complain; which, by mine ho

nour,

I will perform with a most christian care.
But, for you, rebels,-look to taste the due
Meet for rebellion, and fuch acts as yours.
Most shallowly did you thefe arms commence,
Fondly brought here," and foolishly fent hence.-
Strike up our drums, pursue the scatter'd ftray;
Heaven, and not we, hath fafely fought to-day.-
Some guard these traitors to the block of death;
Treason's true bed, and yielder up of breath.
[Exeunt.

I promis'd you redress of these fame grievances,] Surely the two redundant words-thefe jame, fhould be omitted for the fake of metre. They are undoubted interpolations. STEEVENS.

9 Fondly brought here, &c.] Fondly is foolishly. So, in lord Surrey's tranflation of the fecond book of Virgil's Eneid:

"What wight fo fond such offer to refufe?" STEEVENS. 2 Exeunt.] It cannot but raise fome indignation to find this horrid violation of faith paffed over thus flightly by the poet, without any note of cenfure or deteftation. JOHNSON.

Shak fpeare, here, as in many other places, has merely followed the hiftorians who related this perfidious act without animadverfion, and who seem to have adopted the ungenerous fentiment of Chorœbus:

·dolus an virtus, quis in hofte requirat?

But this is certainly no excufe; for it is the duty of a poet always to take the fide of virtue. MALONE.

SCENE III.

Another Part of the Foreft.

Alarums. Excurfions. Enter FALSTAFF and COLEVILE, meeting.

FAL. What's your name, fir? of what condition are you; and of what place, I pray?

COLE. I am a knight, fir; 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; fo shall you still be Colevile of the dale.*

COLE. Are not you fir John Falstaff?

FAL. As good a man as he, fir, whoe'er I am. Do ye yield, fir? or fhall I fweat for you? If I do

3 Colevile of the dale.] "At the king's coming to Durham, the lord Haftings, fir John Colevile of the dale, &c. being convicted of the confpiracy, were there beheaded." Holinfhed, P. 530. STEEVENS.

But it is not clear that Haftings or Colevile was taken prisoner in this battle. See Rot. Parl. 7 and 8 Hen. IV. p. 604.

RITSON.

and the dungeon your place,—a place deep enough; fo fhall you fill be Colevile of the dale.] But where is the wit, or the logic of this conclufion? I am almost persuaded that we ought to read thus:

Colevile fhall fill be your name, a traitor your degree, and the dungeon your place, a dale deep enough.—

He may then juftly infer,

So fhall you fill be Colevile of the dale. TYRWHITT. The fenfe of dale is included in deep; a dale is a deep place; a dungeon is a deep place; he that is in a dungeon may be therefore faid to be in a dale. JOHNSON.

fweat, they are drops of thy lovers, and they weep for thy death: therefore roufe up fear and trembling, and do obfervance to my mercy.

COLE. I think, you are fir John Falstaff; and, in that thought, yield me.

FAL. I have a whole fchool 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 LANCASTER, WESTMORELAND, and Others.

P. JOHN. The heat is paft, follow no further

now;

Call in the powers, good coufin Weftmoreland.[Exit. WEST.

Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while?
When every thing is ended, then you come:-
Thefe tardy tricks of yours will, on my life,
One time or other break some gallows' back.

FAL. I would be forry, my lord, but it fhould 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 have speeded hither with the very extremeft inch of poffibility; I have founder'd nine-fcore and odd pofts: and here, travel-tainted as I am, have, in my pure and immaculate valour, taken fir John Colevile of the

The heat is paft,] That is, the violence of resentment, the eagerness of revenge. JOHNSON.

dale, a most furious knight, and valorous enemy: But what of that? he faw me, and yielded; that I may justly say with the hook-nofed fellow of Rome,+- -I came, faw, and overcame.

P. JOHN. It was more of his courtesy than your deferving.

FAL. I know not; here he is, and here I yield him and I befeech your grace, let it be book'd with the reft 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 courfe if I be enforced, if you do not all show like gilt two-pences to me; and I, in the clear fky of fame, o'erfhine 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 defert mount.

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 fomething, my good lord, that may do me good, and call it what you will.

P. JOHN. Is thy name Colevile?"

COLE.

It is, my lord.

4 the hook-nofed fellow of Rome,] The quarto reads-the book-nofed fellow of Rome, their cofin. I have followed the folio. The modern editors read, but without authority-the hook-nofed fellow of Rome, there, Cæfar. STEEVENS.

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-cinders of the element,] A ludicrous term for the stars.

STEEVENS.

Colevile ?] From the prefent feeming deficiency in the ftructure of this and the two fubfequent lines containing Colevile's name, and from the manner in which it is repeatedly spelt in the old copies, viz. Collevile, I fufpect it was defigned to be pronounced as a trifyllable. STEEVENS.

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