Re-enter HASTINGS. Hast. My lord, our army is dispersed already : [course Like youthful steers unyoked, they took their East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke up, [place. Each hurries towards his home and sportingWest. Good tidings, my lord Hastings; for the which I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason: Of capital treason I attach you both. [able? Arch. Will you thus break your faith? P. John. I pawn'd thee none: I promised you redress of these same grievances, [honor, Whereof you did complain; which, by mine 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 com mence, [hence. Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent Strike up our drums, pursue the scatter'd stray; [day. Heaven, and not we, hath safely fought to Some guard these traitors to the block of death; Treason's true bed, and yielder up of breath. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Another Part of the Forest. Alarums: Excursions. Enter FALSTAFF and 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 be still 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 the 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. Enter PRINCE JOHN of Lancaster, WESTMORELAND, and others. P. John. The heat is past, follow no further now ;— [land.— Call in the powers, good cousin Westmore[Exit WESTMORELAND Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while? When everything is ended, then you come : These tardy tricks of yours will, on my life, One time or other break some gallows' back. Fal. I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be thus; I never knew yet but rebuke and check was the reward of valor. Do you think me a swallow, 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 immaculate 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, I came, saw, and overcame. 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, I swear, 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. P. John. Thine's too heavy to mount. 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 lord. 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 [have. me, You should have won them dearer than you Fal. I know not how they sold themselves: but thou, like a kind fellow, gavest thyself way; and I thank thee for thee. Re-enter WESTMORELAND. P. John. Have you left pursuit ? West. Retreat is made, and execution stay'd. P. John. Send Colevile, with his confed erates, To York, to present execution :Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him sure. [Exeunt some with COLEVILE. And now dispatch we toward the court, my lords; I hear, the king my father is sore sick : 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, 'pray, in your good report. P. John. 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 dukedom.-Good faith, this same young sober-blooded boy doth not love me; noma man cannot make him laughbut that's no marvel, he drinks no wine. There's never any of these demure boys come to any proof; for thin drink doth so over-cool their blood, and making many fishmeals, 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 |