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 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 itfelf more openly hereafter.
York. I do not doubt you.

Weft. I am glad of it.

Health to my lord, and gentle coufin Mowbray.
Mowb. You wifh me health in very happy season,
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, since sudden forrow Serves to fay thus; fome good thing comes to-morrow. York. Believe me, I am paffing light in fpirit. Mowb. So much the worse, if your own rule be

true.

[Shouts.

Lan. The word of peace is render'd; hark! they

fhout.

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 difcharged too.

[Exit Weft.

And, good my lord, fo pleafe you, let our trains
March by us, that we may peruse the men
We fhould have cop'd withal.

York.

York. Go, good lord Haftings:

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

[Exit Haftings. Lan. I truft, lords, we fhall lie to night together.

SCENE V.

Re-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, they took their courfe Eaft, weft, north, fouth: or like a school broke up, Each hurries towards his home and fporting-place. Weft. Good tidings, my lord Haflings; for the which I do arreft thee, traitor, of high treafon:

And you, lord Archbishop, 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 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 christian care.
But for you, Rebels, look to taste the due
Meet for rebellion and fuch acts as yours.
Moft fhallowly did you thefe arms commence,
Fondly brought here, and foolifbly fent hence.
Strike up our drums, purfue the fcatter'd ftray,
Heav'n, and not we, hath 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.

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Fal.

WHAT'S

HAT'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: so shall 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 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 fpeaks 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 Here comes our General.

me.

Enter Prince John of Lancaster, and Westmorland. Lan. The heat is paft, follow no farther now, Call in the Pow'rs, good coufin Wetmorland.

[Exit Weft. 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 Gallows' back. Fal. I would be forry, my lord, but it fhould be thus: I never knew yet, but rebuke and check was VOL V. I

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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 speeded hither with the very extremeft inch of poffibility. I have founder'd ninefcore and odd posts: and here, traveltainted as I am, have in my pure and immaculate valour taken Sir John Colevile of the dale, a moft furious Knight and valorous enemy: but what of that? he faw me and yielded; that I may justly say with the hook-nos'd fellow of Rome there, Cæfar, I came,

faw, and overcame.

Lan. It was more of his courtesy 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 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 desert 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 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 fhould have won them dearer than you have. Fal. I know not how they fold themselves; but

thou,

thou, like a kind fellow, gav'ft thyfelf away gratis ; and I thank thee for thee.

Lan.

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OW, have you left purfuit ?

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

Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him fure. [Ex. with Colevile.

And now dispatch me 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 shall bear to comfort him:
And we with fober fpeed will follow you.

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

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; 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 so overcool their blood, and making many fifh-meals, that they fall into a kind of male green-fickness; and then, when they marry, they get wenches. They are generally fools and cowards; which fome of us fhould be too, but for inflammation. A good Sherris-Sack hath a two-fold operation in it; it afcends 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

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