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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 dale deep enough; so shall you still be Colevile of the dale.
Cole. Are not you fir John Falstaff?
Fal. As good a man as he, sir, whoe'er I am. yield, sir? or shall I sweat for ye? 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 fir 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, and Westmoreland, Lan. · The heat is past, follow no farther now ;Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland.
[Exit Weft. 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 you think me a swallow, an arrow, or a i The heat ]--of resentment.
bullet? have I, in my poor and old motion, the expedition of thought? I have speeded hither with the very extremest inch of poflibility ; I have founder'd nine-score and odd posts : and here, travel tainted as I am, have, in my pure and immaculate valour, taken fir John Colevile of the dale, a moft furious knight, and valorous enemy: But what of that ? he saw me, and yielded; that I may justly say with the k hook-nos'd fellow of Rome, I came, faw, and overcame.
Lan. 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 book'd with the rest of this day's deeds; or, by the lord, 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 shew 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 shew 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 do something, my good lord, that may do me good, and call it what you will.
Lan. Is thy name Colevile?
Cole. I am, my lord, but as my betters are,
Fal. I know not how they sold themselves : but thou, like a kind fellow, gav'it thyself away; and I thank thee for thee.
Lan. Send Colevile, with his confederates,
[Exeunt fome with Colevile,
Fal. My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to go through Glostershire: and, wnen you come to court, stand my guod lord 'pray, in your good report.
Lan. Fare you well, Falstaff: 1, "in my condition, Shall better speak of you than
[Exit. Fal. I would, you had but the wit; 'twere better than your dukedom.—Good faith, this same young soberblooded 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 these demure boys come to any proof: for thin drink doth so over-cool their blood, and making many fish-meals, 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 inflammacion. A good sherris-fack hath a two-fold operation in it. It ascends
my good lord ]—my friend. mn in my condition,j-when, as general, I make my report of the amy's behaviour,
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 second property of your excellent sherris is,-the warming of the blood ; which, before cold and settled, left ° the liver white and pale, which is the badge of pufillanimity and cowardice: but the sherris warms it, and makes it course from the inwards to the parts extreme. It illumineth the face'; which, as a' beacon, gives warning to all the rest 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 puff'd up with this retinue, doth any deed of courage ; and this valour comes of therris: So that skill in the weapon is nothing, without sack; for that sets it a.work: and learning, a mere ' hoard of gold kept by a devil; 'till fack commences it, and sets it in act and use. Hereof comes it, that prince Harry is valiant : for the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his father, he hath, like lean, steril, and bare land, manured, husbanded, and tilled, with excellent endeavour of drinking good, and good store of fertile sherris ; that he is become very hot, and valiant. If I had a thousand fons, the first human principle I would teach them, should be,--to forfwear thin potations, and to addict themselves to fack.
forget ive,]-inventive. • the liver wbite and pale,]" Thou lilly-liver'd boy."
MACBETH, A& V. S. 2. Mart. “ For Bardolphhe is white-liver'd.”
Henry V. A& III S. 2. Bey. board of gold kept by a devil;]-gold mines were thought to be guarded by evil spirits.
9 commences it, ]-broaches it.
Enter Bardolph. How now, Bardolph ?
Bard. The army is discharged all, and gone.
Fal. Let them go. I'll through Glocestershire; and there will I visit master Robert Shallow, esquire: I have him already 'tempering between my finger and my thumb, and shortly will I feal wich him. Come away. (Exeunt,
Enter King Henry, Warwick, Clarence, and Glofter, &c.
K. Henry. Now, lords, if heaven 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 fanctify'd. Our navy is address’d, our power collected, Our substitutes in absence well invested, And every thing lies level to our wish : Only, we want a little personal strength; And pause us, 'till these rebels, now afoot, Come underneath the yoke of government.
War. Both which, we doubt not but your majesty Shall soon enjoy.
K. Henry. Humphry, my son of Glofter,
Glo. I think, he's gone to hunt, my lord, at Windsor.
• tempering between my finger and my thumb,]-alluding to the old custom of chafing soft wax, to fit it for sealing.
Poems, p. 430. s addref'd, ]-prepared, ready. VOL. III.