West. Pleaseth your grace, to answer them di

rectly, How far-forth you

do like their articles ? P. John. I like them all, and do allow them well : And swear here by the honour of my blood, My father's purposes have been mistook ; And some about him have too lavishly Wrested his meaning, and authority. My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd; Upon my soul, they shall. If this may please you, Discharge your powers unto their several 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 restored love, and amity. Arch. I take your princely word for these re

dresses. P. John. I give it you, and will maintain my

word : And thereupon I drink unto your grace. Hast. Go, Captain, [To an Officer.] 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 Officer. Arch. To you, my noble lord of Westmoreland. West. I pledge your grace: And, if you knew

what pains I have bestow'd, to breed this present peace, You would drink freely : but

Shall show itself more openly hereafter.

Arch. I do not doubt you.

I am glad of it. Health to my lord, and gentle cousin, Mowbray.

Mowb. You wish me health in very happy season; For I am, on the sudden, something ill.

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Arch. Against ill chances, men are ever merry; Buť heaviness foreruns the good event. West. Therefore be merry, coz; 'since sudden

sorrow Serves to say thus, Some good thing comes to

Arch. Believe me, I am passing light in spirit. Mowb. So much the worse, if your own rule be true.

Shouts within. P.John. The word of peace is render'd; Hark,

how they shout! Morb. This had been cheerful, after victory.

Arch. A peace is of the nature of a conquest; For then both parties nobly are subdued, And neither party loser. P. John.

Go, my lord, And let our army be discharged too.

[Exit WESTMORELAND. And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains March by us ; that we may peruse the men We should have cop'd withal. Arch.

Go, good lord Hastings. And, ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by.

[Exit Hastings. P. John. I trust, my lords, we shall lie to-night



Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still ? West. The leaders, having charge from you to

stand, Will not go off until they hear you speak.

P. John. They know their duties.

Re-enter HASTINGS. Hast. My lord, our army is dispers'd already: Like youthful steers unyok'd, they take their courges

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your faith?

East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke

up, Each hurries toward his home, and sporting-place. ? West. Good tidings, my lord Hastings; for the

which I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason:And you, lord archbishop,- and you, lord Mow

Of capital treason I attach you both.

Mowb. Is this proceeding just and honourable ?
West. Is your assembly so ?
Arch. Will


thus break P. John.

I pawn’d thee none : I promis’d you redress of these same grievances, Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honour, 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 commence, Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent henceStrike up our drums, pursue the scatter'd stray ; Heaven, and not we, have safely fought to-day. Some guard these traitors to the block of death, Treason's true bed, and yielder up of breath.



Another Part of the Forest.

Alarums : Excursions. Enter FALSTAFF and

COLEVILE, meeting. Fal. What's your name, sir? of what condition are you; and of what place, I pray? Cole. I am a knight, sir ;


name is Colevile of the dale.

9 Foolishly.

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

still be 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 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: Here comes our general.

Enter Prince John of LANCASTER, WESTMORE

LAND, and others.
P. John. The heat is past, follow no further

now; Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland.

[Exit West. Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while? When every thing 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 valour. Do


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 valour, taken sir John Colevile of the

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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 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 two-pences 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.
Fal. Let it shine then.
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


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 rul’d by me, You should have won them dearer than you have.

Fal. I know not how they sold themselves: but thou, like a kind fellow, gavest thyself away; and I thank thee for thee.

P. John. Now, have you left pursuit?
West. Retreat is made, and execution stay'd.

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