your Name, a Traitor your Degree, and the Dungeon your Place, a place deep enough: So 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 fpeaks any other word but my Name: And 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 Genera'.

Enter Prince John of Lancafter and Weftmorland.

Lan. The Heat is paft, follow no farther now, Call in the Powers, good Coufin Westmorland. [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 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 Swallow, an Arrow, or a Bullet? Have I, in my poor and old Motion, the expedition of Thought? I fpeeded hither with the very extremeft Inch of Poffibility. I have foundred 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 moft furious Kight, and valorous Enemy: But what of that? He faw me, and yielded; that I may juftly fay, with the hook-nos'd Fellow of Rome, I came, faw, and over

came.

Lan. It was more of his Courtefie, than your 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 reft of this days deeds; or, I fwear, I will have it in a particular, Ballad, with mine own Picture on the top of it, Colevile

kiffing

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'er-fhine you as much as the full Moon doth the Cynders of the Element, which fhew like Pins Heads to her, believe not the word of the Noble; there fore 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 fhine.

Fal. Let it do fomething, my good Lord, that may do me good, and call it what you will.

Lan. Is thy Name Colevile?

Cole. It is, my Lord.

Lan. 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 rul'd by me,
You should have won them dearer than you have."

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

Enter Weftmorland.

Lan. Have you left purfuit?

Weft. Retreat is made, and Execution ftay'd.
Lan. Send Colevile, with his Confederates,

To York, to prefent Execution.

Blunt, lead him hence, and fee you guard him fure.

[Exit Colevile

And now difpatch we toward the Court, my Lords;

I hear the King, my Father, is fore fick:
Our News fhall go before us to his Majefty,
Which, Coufin, you fhall bear, to comfort him:
And we with fober speed will follow you.

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

Lax. 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; 'twere better than your Dukedome. Good faith, this fame young foberblooded 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 thefe demure Boys come to any proof; for thin drink doth fo over-cool their blood, and making many FishMeals, that they fall into a kind of Male Green-ficknefs; and then, when they marry, they get Wenches. They are ge nerally Fools, and Cowards; which fome of us fhould be too, but for inflammation. A good Sherris-Sack hath a twofold Operation in it; it afcends me into the Brain, dries me there all the foolish, and dull, and crudy Vapours, which environ it; makes it apprehenfive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable Shapes; which deliver'd o'er to the Voice, the Tongue, which is the Birth, becomes 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 Cowardice; 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 reft 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 puft up with his Retinue, doth any Deed of Courage; and this Valour comes of Sherris. So that Skill in the Weapon is nothing, without Sack, for that fets it a work; and Learning a meer Hoard of Gold, kept by a Devil, till Sack commences it, and fets it in Act, and ufe. Hereof comes it, that Prince Harry is valiant; for the cold Blood he did naturally inherit of his Father, he hath, like lean, fteril, and bare Land, manured, husbanded, and till'd, with excellent endeavour of drinking good and good ftore of fertil Sherris, that he is become very hot, and valiant. If I had a thousand Sons, the first Principle I would teach them, fhould be to forfwear thin Potations, and to addict themselves to Sack.

How now, Bordolph ?

Enter Bardolph.

Bard. The Army is discharged all, and gone.

Fal. Let them go; I'll through Glocefter fhire, and there will Í vifit Master Robert Shallow, Efquire: I have him already tempering between my finger and my thumb, and shortly will I feal with him. Come away. [Exeunt: U

Vot. III:

SCENE

SCENE II.

Enter King Henry, Warwick, Clarence, and Gloucester.

K. Henry. Now Lords, if Heav'n 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 fanctifi'd.
Our Navy is addrefs'd, our Power collected,
Our Substitutes, in abfence, well invefted,
And every thing lyes level to our wifh:
Only we want a little perfonal ftrength:
And pawfe us, till thefe Rebels, now a-foot,
Come underneath the Yoak of Government.

War. Both which we doubt not, but your Majefty
Shall foon enjoy.

K. Henry. Humphry, my Son of Gloucester, where is the Prince your Brother?

Glo. I think he's gone to hunt, my Lord, at Windsor.
K. Henry. And how accompanied ?

Glo. I do not know, my Lord.

K. Henry. Is not his Brother, Thomas of Clarence, with him?
Glo. No, my good Lord, he is in prefence here.

Clar. What would my Lord and Father?

K. Henry. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of Clarence,
How chance thou art not with the Prince, thy Brother?
He loves thee, and thou do'ft neglect him, Thomas;
Thou haft a better place in his Affection

Than all thy Brothers: Cherifh it, my Boy,
And Noble Offices thou may'ft effect
Of Mediation, after I am dead,

Between his Greatnefs, and thy other Brethren.
Therefore omit him not; blunt not his Love,
Nor lofe the good Advantage of his Grace,
By feeming cold or carelefs of h's will.
For he is gracious if he be obferv'd:
He hath a Tear for Pity, and a Hand
Open as Day, for melting Charity:
Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's Flint,
As humorous as Winter, and as fudden
As Flaws congealed in the Spring of day.

His Temper therefore muft be well obferv❜d:
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclin'd to mirth:
But being moody, give him line and scope,
Till that his paffions, 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 Veffel to 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 Gun-powder.

Clar. I fhall obferve him with all care and love.
K. Henry. Why art thou not at Windfor with him, Thomas?
Clar. He is not there to day; he dines in London.
K. Henry. And how accompanied? Can't thou tell that?
Clor. With Poins, and other his continual Followers,
K. Henry, Moft fubject is the fatteft Soil to Weeds:
And He, the Noble Image of my Youth,

Is over-fpread with them; therefore my grief
Stretches it felf beyond the hour of Death.
The blood weeps from my heart, when I do fhape,
In forms imaginary, th'unguided Days,
And rotten Times, that you fhall look upon,
When I am fleeping with my Ancestors.
For when his head-ftrong Riot hath no Curb,
When Rage and hot Blood are his Counsellors,
When Means and lavish Manners meet together,
Oh, with what Wings fhall his Affection fly
Tow'rds fronting Peril, and oppos'd decay?

War. My gracious Lord, you look beyond him quite: The Prince but ftudies his Companions,

Like a ftrange Tongue; wherein, to gain the Language,
'Tis needful, that the most immodeft word
Be look'd upon, and learn'd; which once attain'd,
Your Highness knows, comes to no farther use,
But to be known, and hated. So, like grofs terms,
The Prince will, in the perfectness of time,
Caft off his Followers; and their Memory
Shall as a Pattern, or a Measure live,

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