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    Act 4. Scene III

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    SCENE III. Another part of the forest.

    Alarum. Excursions. Enter FALSTAFF and COLEVILE, meeting
    FALSTAFF
    What's your name, sir? of what condition are you,
    and of what place, I pray?

    COLEVILE
    I am a knight, sir, and my name is Colevile of the dale.

    FALSTAFF
    Well, then, Colevile is your name, a knight is your
    degree, and your place the dale: Colevile shall be
    still your name, a traitor your degree, and the
    dungeon your place, a place deep enough; so shall
    you be still Colevile of the dale.

    COLEVILE
    Are not you Sir John Falstaff?

    FALSTAFF
    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 the drops of thy lovers, and they
    weep for thy death: therefore rouse up fear and
    trembling, and do observance to my mercy.

    COLEVILE
    I think you are Sir John Falstaff, and in that
    thought yield me.

    FALSTAFF
    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
    indifference, 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, WESTMORELAND, BLUNT, and others

    LANCASTER
    The heat is past; follow no further now:
    Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland.

    Exit WESTMORELAND

    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.

    FALSTAFF
    I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be thus: I
    never knew yet but rebuke and cheque 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 nine score 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 hook-nosed fellow of Rome,
    'I came, saw, and overcame.'

    LANCASTER
    It was more of his courtesy than your deserving.

    FALSTAFF
    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 on't, Colevile 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.

    LANCASTER
    Thine's too heavy to mount.

    FALSTAFF
    Let it shine, then.

    LANCASTER
    Thine's too thick to shine.

    FALSTAFF
    Let it do something, my good lord, that may do me
    good, and call it what you will.

    LANCASTER
    Is thy name Colevile?

    COLEVILE
    It is, my lord.

    LANCASTER
    A famous rebel art thou, Colevile.

    FALSTAFF
    And a famous true subject took him.

    COLEVILE
    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.

    FALSTAFF
    I know not how they sold themselves: but thou, like
    a kind fellow, gavest thyself away gratis; and I
    thank thee for thee.

    Re-enter WESTMORELAND

    LANCASTER
    Now, have you left pursuit?

    WESTMORELAND
    Retreat is made and execution stay'd.

    LANCASTER
    Send Colevile with his confederates
    To York, to present execution:
    Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him sure.

    Exeunt BLUNT and others with COLEVILE

    And now dispatch 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.

    FALSTAFF
    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.

    LANCASTER
    Fare you well, Falstaff: I, in my condition,
    Shall better speak of you than you deserve.

    Exeunt all but Falstaff

    FALSTAFF
    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 none 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 two-fold
    operation in it. It ascends me into the brain;
    dries me there all the foolish and dull and curdy
    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, sterile 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 humane principle I
    would teach them should be, to forswear thin
    potations and to addict themselves to sack.

    Enter BARDOLPH

    How now Bardolph?

    BARDOLPH
    The army is discharged all and gone.

    FALSTAFF
    Let them go. I'll through Gloucestershire; and
    there will I visit Master Robert Shallow, esquire:
    I have him already tempering between my finger and
    my thumb, and shortly will I seal with him. Come away.

    Exeunt
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