Briefly to this end:-We are all diseased, What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we suffer; And find our griefs heavier than our offences. We are denied access unto his person, West. Whenever yet was your appeal denied: Arch. My brother general, the commonwealth, To brother born an household cruelty, I make my quarrel in particular. West. Either from the King or in the present time, That need to be revived and breathed in me? The King that loved him, as the state stood then, Was, force perforce, compelled to banish him: And the loud trumpet blowing them together,Then, then, when there was nothing could have stayed My father from the breast of Bolingbroke, West. You speak, Lord Mowbray, now you The Earl of Hereford was reputed then But if your father had been victor there, Were set on Hereford, whom they doted on, King. But this is mere digression from my purpose.— To know your griefs; to tell you from his grace, And it proceeds from policy, not love. West. Mowbray, you overween to take it so; This offer comes from mercy, not from fear: For, lo! within a ken our army lies; Upon mine honour, all too confident To give admittance to a thought of fear. Our battle is more full of names than yours, Our men more perfect in the use of arms, In very ample virtue of his father, To hear and absolutely to determine West. That is intended in the general's name: I muse you make so slight a question. For this contains our general grievances. All members of our cause, both here and hence, In sight of both our battles we may meet: Or to the place of difference call the swords Arch. My lord, we will do so. Mowb. There is a thing within my bosom tells me That no conditions of our peace can stand. peace Upon such large terms and so absolute peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains. Arch. No, no, my lord. Note this: the King is weary Of dainty and such picking grievances: And keep no telltale to his memory To new remembrance. For full well he knows, Hast. Besides, the King hath wasted all his rods On late offenders, that he now doth lack SCENE II.-Another part of the Forest. Enter, from one side, MOWBRAY, the Archbishop, HASTINGS, and others: from the other side, PRINCE JOHN of Lancaster, WESTMORLAND, Officers, and Attendants. P. John. You are well encountered here, my cousin Mowbray : Good day to you, gentle lord Archbishop: Would he abuse the countenance of the King, It is even so. Who hath not heard it spoken Arch. Good my lord of Lancaster, I am not here against your father's peace: Whereon this Hydra-son of war is born: Mowb. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes To the last man. Hast. And though we here fall down, We have supplies to second our attempt: If they miscarry, theirs shall second them. And so success of mischief shall be born, 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 aftertimes. 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 redressed: Upon my soul they shall. If this may please you, Discharge your powers into 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 redresses. 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 Westmorland. West. I pledge your grace: and if you knew what pains I have bestowed to breed this present peace, East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke up, Each hurries towards 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 Mowbray, Of capital treason I attach you both. Mowb. Is this proceeding just and honourable? Arch. Will you thus break your faith? P. John. I promised you redress of these same grievances Whereof you did complain: which, by mine honour, I will perform with a most christian care. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Another part of the Forest. Alarums: Excursions. Enter FALSTAFF and COLEVILE, meeting. Fal. What's your name, sir? of what conditior are you, and of what place, I pray? Cole. I am a knight, sir; and my name is Colcvile 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, WESTMORLAND, and others. P. John. The heat is past, follow no further now: Call in the powers, good cousin Westmorland.— [Exit WESTMORLAND. Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while? 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 foundered ninescore and odd posts: and here, travel-tainted as I am, have in my pure and immaculate valour taken Sir John Colevile of the Dale, a most furious knight and valorous enemy. But what of that? he saw me, and yielded; that I may justly say, with the hooknosed 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, 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 twopences 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 pinsheads 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 P. John. Thine's too thick too shine. 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 ruled 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. Re-enter WESTMORLAND. P. John. Now, have you left pursuit? To York, to present execution: Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him sure. [Exeunt some with COLEVILE. And now despatch we toward the court, my lords: I hear the King my father is, sore sick. Our news shall go before us to his majesty (Which, cousin, you shall bear), to comfort him; And we with sober speed will follow you. Fal. My lord, I beseech you give me leave to go through Gloucestershire: and when you come to court, stand my good lord, 'pray, in your good report. P. John. Fare you well, Falstaff: I, in my condition, Shall better speak of you than you deserve. [Exit. Fal. I would you had but the wit; 't were better than your dukedom.—Good faith, this same young sober-blooded 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 inflammation. A good sherris-sack hath a twofold operation in it. It ascends me into the brain; dries me there all the foolish and dull and crudy vapours which environ it: makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes: which delivered 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 pusillanimity 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 puffed up with this retinue, doth any deed of courage: and this valour comes of sherris. 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 sack 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 sons, the first human principle I would teach |