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West. Pleaseth your grace, to answer them directly, How far-forth
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
This news of peace; let them have
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
Arch. I do not doubt you.
I am glad of it.
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
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!
Arch. A peace is of the nature of a conquest;
Go, my lord,
[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.
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
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.
Mowb. Is this proceeding just and honourable?
I pawn'd thee none:
Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honour,
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