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And so, success of mischief shall be born 74;
And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up,
Whiles England shall have generation.
P. John. You are too shallow, Hastings, much too

shallow,
To sound the bottom of the after-times.

West. Pleaseth your grace, to answer them directly, 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 my love to you
Shall show itself more openly hereafter.

Arch. I do not doubt you.
West.

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

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

Arch. Against ill chances, men are ever merry; But heaviness foreruns the good event.

West. Therefore be merry, coz; since sudden sor

row

Serves to say thus,-Some good thing comes to

morrow. 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!
Mowl. 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

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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, lords, we shall lie to-night to

together.

Re-enter WESTMORELAND. 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 courses 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.

bray,-
Of capital treason I attach you both.

Mowb. Is this proceeding just and honourable?
West. Is your assembly so?
Arch. Will you thus break your faith?
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 duc
Meet for rebellion, and such acts as yours.
Most shallowly did you these arms commence,
Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent hence.
Strike up our drums, pursue the scatter'd stray;
Heaven, and not we, hath safely fought to-day.-
Some guard these traitors to the block of death;
Treason's true bed, and yielder up of breath.

[Exeunt 75.

SCENE III.

Another Part of the Forest.

Alarums. Excursions. Enter Falstaff and COLE

VILB, meeting 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 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: My womb, my womb, my womb undoes me.—Here comes our general. Enter Prince John of LANCASTER, WESTMORE

LAND, and others. P. John. The heat is past 76, 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 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 founder'd nine-score and odd posts: and here, travel-tainted as I am, have in my pure and imma

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