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West. I pledge your Grace: And if you knew what paines I haue bestow'd, To breede this present Peace, You would drinke freely: but my loue to ye, Shall shew it selfe more openly hereafter
Bish. I doe not doubt you
West. I am glad of it.
Health to my Lord, and gentle Cousin Mowbray
Mow. You wish me health in very happy season, For I am, on the sodaine, something ill
Bish. Against ill Chances, men are euer merry, But heauinesse fore-runnes the good euent
West. Therefore be merry (Cooze) since sodaine sorrow Serues to say thus: some good thing comes to morrow
Bish. Beleeue me, I am pa.s.sing light in spirit
Mow. So much the worse, if your owne Rule be true
Iohn. The word of Peace is render'd: hearke how they showt
Mow. This had been chearefull, after Victorie
Bish. A Peace is of the nature of a Conquest: For then both parties n.o.bly are subdu'd, And neither partie looser
Iohn. Goe (my Lord) And let our Army be discharged too: And good my Lord (so please you) let our Traines March by vs, that wee may peruse the men Enter.
Wee should haue coap'd withall
Bish. Goe, good Lord Hastings: And ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by.
Enter.
Iohn. I trust (Lords) wee shall lye to night together.
Enter Westmerland.
Now Cousin, wherefore stands our Army still?
West. The Leaders hauing charge from you to stand, Will not goe off, vntill they heare you speake
Iohn. They know their duties.
Enter Hastings.
Hast. Our Army is dispers'd: Like youthfull Steeres, vnyoak'd, they tooke their course East, West, North, South: or like a Schoole, broke vp, Each hurryes towards his home, and sporting place
West. Good tidings (my Lord Hastings) for the which, I doe arrest thee (Traytor) of high Treason: And you Lord Arch-bishop, and you Lord Mowbray, Of Capitall Treason, I attach you both
Mow. Is this proceeding iust, and honorable?
West. Is your a.s.sembly so?
Bish. Will you thus breake your faith?
Iohn. I p.a.w.n'd thee none: I promis'd you redresse of these same Grieuances Whereof you did complaine; which, by mine Honor, I will performe, with a most Christian care.
But for you (Rebels) looke to taste the due Meet for Rebellion, and such Acts as yours.
Most shallowly did you these Armes commence, Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent hence.
Strike vp our Drummes, pursue the scatter'd stray, Heauen, and not wee, haue safely fought to day.
Some guard these Traitors to the Block of Death, Treasons true Bed, and yeelder vp of breath.
Exeunt.
Enter Falstaffe and Colleuile.
Falst. What's your Name, Sir? of what Condition are you? and of what place, I pray?
Col. I am a Knight, Sir: And my Name is Colleuile of the Dale
Falst. Well then, Colleuile is your Name, a Knight is your Degree, and your Place, the Dale. Colleuile shall still be your Name, a Traytor your Degree, and the Dungeon your Place, a place deepe enough: so shall you be still Colleuile of the Dale
Col. Are not you Sir Iohn Falstaffe?
Falst. As good a man as he sir, who ere I am: doe yee yeelde sir, or shall I sweate for you? if I doe sweate, they are the drops of thy Louers, and they weep for thy death, therefore rowze vp Feare and Trembling, and do obseruance to my mercy
Col. I thinke you are Sir Iohn Falstaffe, & in that thought yeeld me
Fal. I haue a whole Schoole of tongues in this belly of mine, and not a Tongue of them all, speakes anie other word but my name: and I had but a belly of any indifferencie, I were simply the most actiue fellow in Europe: my wombe, my wombe, my wombe vndoes mee. Heere comes our Generall.
Enter Prince Iohn, and Westmerland.
Iohn. The heat is past, follow no farther now: Call in the Powers, good Cousin Westmerland.
Now Falstaffe, where haue you beene all this while?
When euery thing is ended, then you come.
These tardie Tricks of yours will (on my life) One time, or other, breake some Gallowes back
Falst. I would bee sorry (my Lord) but it should bee thus: I neuer knew yet, but rebuke and checke was the reward of Valour. Doe you thinke me a Swallow, an Arrow, or a Bullet? Haue I, in my poore and olde Motion, the expedition of Thought? I haue speeded hither with the very extremest ynch of possibilitie. I haue fowndred nine score and odde Postes: and heere (trauell-tainted as I am) haue, in my pure and immaculate Valour, taken Sir Iohn Colleuile of the Dale, a most furious Knight, and valorous Enemie: But what of that? hee saw mee, and yeelded: that I may iustly say with the hooke-nos'd fellow of Rome, I came, saw, and ouer-came
Iohn. It was more of his Courtesie, then your deseruing
Falst. I know not: heere hee is, and heere I yeeld him: and I beseech your Grace, let it be book'd, with the rest of this dayes deedes; or I sweare, I will haue it in a particular Ballad, with mine owne Picture on the top of it (Colleuile kissing my foot:) To the which course, if I be enforc'd, if you do not all shew like gilt two-pences to me; and I, in the cleare Skie of Fame, o're-shine you as much as the Full Moone doth the Cynders of the Element (which shew like Pinnes-heads to her) beleeue not the Word of the n.o.ble: therefore let mee haue right, and let desert mount
Iohn. Thine's too heauie to mount
Falst. Let it shine then
Iohn. Thine's too thick to shine
Falst. Let it doe something (my good Lord) that may doe me good, and call it what you will
Iohn. Is thy Name Colleuile?
Col. It is (my Lord.) Iohn. A famous Rebell art thou, Colleuile
Falst. And a famous true Subiect tooke him
Col. I am (my Lord) but as my Betters are, That led me hither: had they beene rul'd by me, You should haue wonne them dearer then you haue
Falst. I know not how they sold themselues, but thou like a kinde fellow, gau'st thy selfe away; and I thanke thee, for thee.
Enter Westmerland.
Iohn. Haue you left pursuit?