Good day to you, gentle lord Archbishop ;- It is even so:-Who hath not heard it spoken, Good my lord of Lancaster, Whereon this Hydra son of war is born; Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep, With grant of our most just and right desires: And true obedience of this madness cur'd, Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty. Mob. 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 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 thein well : And swear here by the honour of my blood, Upon my soul, they shall. If this may please you, Discharge your powers unto their several coun ties, to the army This news of peace; let them have pay, and part; tain. I know, it will well please them; Hie thee, cap. I have bestow'd, to breed this present peace, West. 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 sorrow 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! Mowb. 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. [Erit 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. Arch. Go, good lord Hastings, And, ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by. [Erit Hastings. P. John. I trust, my lords, we shall lie to-night together. Re-enter Westmoreland. Will not go off until they hear you speak. 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 sportingplace. West. Good tidings, my Lord Hastings: for the which I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason:- Of capital treason I attach you both. Arch. Will you thus break your faith 7 SCENE III. Another Part of the Forest. Fal. What's your name, sir? of what condition Fal. Well then, Colevile is your name; a knight is your degree; and your place, the dale: Cole vile 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. report. him; And we with sober speed will follow you. Fal. My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to Fal. I have a whole school of tongues in this go through Glostershire: and, when you come belly of mine; and not a tongue of them all to court, stand my good lord, 'pray, in your good speaks any other word but my name. An I had. John. Fare you well, Falstaff: I, in my but a belly of any indifferency, I were simply the most active fellow in Europe: My womb, Shall better speak of you than you deserve. my womb, my womb undoes me.-Here comes our general. Enter Prince John of Lancaster, Westmoreland, and others. P. John. The heat is past, follow no further now; Call in the powers good cousin Westmoreland. condition, [Exit. Fal. I would you had but the wit; 'twere 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 generalWhen every thing is ended, then you come : ly fools and cowards-which some of us should These tardy tricks of yours will, on my life, be too, but for inflammation. A good sherris sack One time or other break some gallows back. hath a two-fold operation in it. It ascends me Fal. I would be sorry, my lord, but it should into the brain; dries me there all the foolish, and be thus; I never knew yet, but rebuke and check dull, and crudy vapours which environ it: makes was the reward of valour. Do you think me a it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, swallow, an arrow, or a bullet? have I, in my fiery, and delectable shapes; which delivered poor and old motion, the expedition of thought? o'er to the voice (the tongue,) which is the birth, 1 have speeded hither with the very extremest becomes excellent wit. The second property of inch of possibility; I have foundered nine score your excellent sherris is, the warming of the and odd posts: and here, travel-tainted as I am, blood; which, before cold and settled, left the have, in my pure and immaculate valour, taken liver white and pale, which is the badge of pusil Si John Colevile of the dale, a most furious lanimity and cowardice; but the sherris warms knight, and valorous enemy: But what of that? it, and makes it course from the inwards to the he saw me, and yielded; that I may justly say parts extreme. It illumineth the face: which, with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome,I came, as a beacon, gives warning to all the rest of this saw, and overcame. P. John. It was more of his courtesy than your commoners, and inland petty spirits, muster me little kingdom, man, to arm: and then the vital deserving. all to their captain, the heart; who, great, and Fal. I know not; here he is, and here I yield puffed up with this retinue, doth any deed of cou him: and I beseech your grace, let it be booked rage; and this valour comes of sherris: So that with the rest of this day's deeds; or, by the skill in the weapon is nothing, without sack; for Lord, I will have it in a particular ballad else, that sets it a-work; and learning, a mere hoard with mine own picture on the top of it, Colevile of gold kept by a devil; till sack commences it, kissing my foot: To the which course, if I be enforced, if you do not all show 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 show like pins' heads 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 to shine. me, and sets it in act and use. Hereof comes it, that Prince Henry 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 thou sand sons, the first human principle I would teach them, should be,-to forswear thin potations, and addict themselves to sack. SCENE IV. Westminster. A Room in the Palace. Enter King Henry, Clarence, Prince Humphrey, Warwick, and others. K. Hen. Now, lords, if heaven doth give suc cessful end To this debate that bleedeth at our doors, Shall soon enjoy. K. Hen. And how accompanied ? I do not know, my lord. K. Hen. Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence, with him? P. Humph. No, my good lord; he is in pre sence here. Cla. What would my lord and father? K. Hen. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of Clarence. How chance, thou art not with the prince thy brother? He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Tho mas; Thou hast a better place in his affection, Between his greatness and thy other brethren When rage and hot blood are his counsellors, When means and lavish manners meet together, O, with what wings shall his affections fly Towards fronting peril and oppos'd decay! War. My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite: The prince but studies his companions, Like a strange tongue: wherein, to gain the language, 'Tis needful, that the most immodest word Your highness knows, comes to no further use, By which his grace must mete the lives of others; K. Hen. "Tis seldom-when the bee doth leave her comb In the dead carrion.-Who's here? Westmore land? Mowbray, the bishop Scroop, Hastings, and all, K. Hen. O Westmoreland, thou art a summer :-Which ever in the haunch of winter sings The lifting up of day. Look! here's more news. Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's flint; And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends; Cla. I shall observe him with ali care and love. K. Hen. Why art thou not at Windsor with him, Thomas? Cla. He is not there to-day; he dines in London. K. Hen. And how accompanied ? canst thou tell that ? Cla. With Poins, and other his continual fol lowers. K. Hen. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds; And he, the noble image of my youth, Tell it him. Heard he the good news yet? How quickly nature falls into revolt, For this the foolish over-careful fathers For this they have engrossed and pil'd up P. Humph. He alter'd much upon the hear-The virtuous sweets; ing it. P. Hen. If he be sick With joy, he will recover without physick. The king your father is dispos'd to sleep. P. Hen. No; I will sit and watch here by the This sleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep, Into one giant arm, it shall not force [Exit. K. Hen. Warwick! Gloster! Clarence! Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey, Are murder'd for our pains. This bitter taste We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees, Yield his engrossments to the ending father. Lo, where he comes.-Come hither to me, P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak again. K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought: I stay too long by thee, 1 weary thee. Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth! thee. Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity Were thine without offence; and, at my death, What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour? And to the English court assemble now, Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum: Have you a ruffian, that will swear, drink, dance, Revel the night; rob, murder, and commit thy What wilt thou do, when riot is thy care? How cold it struck my heart! If I do feign, Hath fed upon the body of my father; Therefore, thou, best of gold, art worst of gold, Other, less fine in carat, is more precious, Preserving life in medicine potable: But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd, Hast cat thy bearer up. Thus, my most royal liege, Acensing it, I put it on my head; To try with it,-as with an enemy, But if it did infect my blood with joy, Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride; Did, with the least affection of a welcome, And make me as the poorest vassal is, Heaven put it in thy mind, to take it hence, Pleading so wisely in excuse of it. Come hither, Hairy, sit thou by my bed; By what by-paths, and indirect crooked ways, And I had many living, to upbraid Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort; Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green: friends, Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out; With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne out, May waste the memory of the former days. You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me; Enter Prince John of Lancaster, Warwick, K. Hen. Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster. P. John. Health, peace, and happiness, to my royal father! K. Hen. Thou bring'st me happiness, and peace, son John; But, health, alack, with youthful wings is flown must end. It hath been prophesied to me many years, |