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Under the counterfeited zeal of God, The subjects of Heaven's substitute, my father; And, both against the peace of Heaven and him, Have here up-swarmed them. Arch. . Good my Jord of Lancaster, I am not here against your father's peace; But, as I told my lord of Westmoreland, The time misordered doth, in common sense," Crowd us, and crush us, to this monstrous form, To hold our safety up. I sent your grace The parcels and particulars of our grief; The which hath been with scorn shoved from the court, Whereon this Hydra son of war is born; Whose dangerous eyes may well be charmed asleep, With grant of our most just and right desires; And true obedience of this madness cured, Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty. 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 after-times. West. Pleaseth your grace to answer them directly, How far-forth do you like their articles P x. P. John. I like them all, and do allow them well; And swear here by the honor 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,
! Common sense is the general sense of general danger.
Discharge your powers' unto their several counties,
1 It was Westmoreland who made this deceitful proposal, as appears from Holinshed:—“The earl of Westmoreland, using more policie than the rest, said, whereas our people have been long in armour, let them depart home to their woonted trades: In the mean time let us drink togither in signe of agreement, that the people on both sides may see it, and know that it is true, that we be light at a point.”
For then both parties nobly are subdued,
Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still P -
Will not go off until they hear you speak.
Hast. My lord, our army is dispersed already Like youthful steers unyoked, 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 Mowbray,+ Of capital treason I attach you both.
Mowb. Is this proceeding just and honorable f
West. Is your assembly so P
Arch. Will you thus break your faith ?
P. John. I pawned thee none. I promised you redress of these same grievances, Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honor, I will perform with a most Christian care. But, for you, rebels, look to taste the due Meet for rebellion, and such acts as yours.
Most shallowly did you these arms commence,
SCENE III. Another Part of the Forest. Alarums; . Eaccursions. o:
Enter FALSTAFF and Coleville, meeting.
Fal. What’s your name, sir? of what condition are you ; and of what place, I pray P 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.
1 i. e. foolishly.
* “It cannot but raise some indignation to find this horrid violation of faith passed over thus slightly by the Poet without any note of censure or detestation.”—Johnson.
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.—
Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while P.
Fal. I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be thus; I never knew yet, but rebuke and check was the reward of valor. 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 nine score and odd posts; and here, traveltainted as I am, have, in my pure and immaculate valor, 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 hook-nosed fellow of Rome, I came, saw, and OQ)67°CO/706.
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 show like gilt two-pences 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.
1 A ludicrous term for the stars.