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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 di

rectly, How far-forth you do like their articles ? P. John. I like them all, and do allow 2 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 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 :

1 Succession.

2 Approve.

And thereupon I drink unto your grace.

Has. Go, captain, [to an Officer.] and deliver to

the army

love to you

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 Westmoreland. West. I pledge your grace: and, if you knew

what pains
I have bestow'd to breed this present peace,
You would drink freely; but my
Shall show itself more openly hereafter.

Arch. I do not doubt you.
West.

I am glad of it.
Health to my lord and gentle cousin, Mowbray.

Mow. 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

sorrow

Serves to say thus ;-Some good thing comes to

morrow. Arch. Believe me, I am passing light in spirit. Mow. 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! Mow. 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.

[Exit Westmoreland. And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains March by us, that we may peruse the men We should have coped withal. Arch.

Go, good lord Hastings, And, ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by.

[Exit Hastings. P. John. I trust, my lords, we shall lie to-night

together.

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.

Has. 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 Mow

bray :

Of capital treason I attach

you

both.
Mow. Is this proceeding just and honorable ?
West. Is your assembly so?
Arch. Will you thus break your faith ?
P. John.

I pawn'd 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,
Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent hence.
Strike up our drums; pursue the scatter'd stray ;
Heaven, and not we, hath safely fought to-day.
Some guard these traitors to the block of death;
Treason's true bed, and yielder-up of breath.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

Another part of the forest. Alarums. Excursions. Enter FALSTAFF and coLE

VILE 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

1 Foolishly.

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, WESTMORELAND,

and others.

P. John. The heat is past; follow no farther

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.

Ful. I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be

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