SCENE III.
Another part of the forest.
Enter Falstaff, and Colevile, meeting.
Fal.
What's your name, sir? of what condition are
you; and of what place, I pray?
4 note
Cole.
I am a knight, sir; and my name is—Colevile
of the dale.
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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 dale5 note.
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, and Westmoreland.
Lan.
6 noteThe heat is past, follow no farther now;—
Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland.—
[Exit West.
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.
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,
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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
founder'd 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 7 notehook-nos'd fellow of Rome,—I came,
saw, and overcame.
Lan.
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 book'd 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 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 shew like pins'
heads to her; believe not the word of the noble:
Therefore let me have right, and let desert mount.
Lan.
Thine's too heavy to mount.
Fal.
Let it shine then.
Lan.
Thine's too thick to shine.
Fal.
Let it do something, my good lord, that may
do me good, and call it what you will.
Lan.
Is thy name Colevile?
Cole.
It is, my lord.
Lan.
A famous rebel art thou, Colevile.
Fal.
And a famous true subject took him.
Cole.
I am, my lord, but as my betters are,
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That led me hither: had they been rul'd 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, gav'st thyself away; and I
thank thee for thee.
Re-enter Westmoreland.
Lan.
Have you left pursuit?
West.
Retreat is made, and execution stay'd.
Lan.
Send Colevile, with his confederates,
To York, to present execution.—
Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him sure.
[Exeunt some 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.
Fal.
My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to go
through Glostershire: and, when you come to court,
8 note
stand my good lord 'pray, in your good report.
Lan.
Fare you well, Falstaff: 9 note
I, in my condition,
Shall better speak of you than you deserve.
[Exit.
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Fal.
I would, you had but the wit; 'twere better
than your dukedom.—Good faith, 1 notethis 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 2 notesherris-sack hath
a two-fold operation in it. It ascends me into the
brain; dries me there all the foolish, and dull, and
crudy vapours3 note which environ it: makes it apprehensive4 note
,
quick, forgetive5 note, full of nimble, fiery, and
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delectable shapes; which deliver'd 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 puff'd 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 devil6 note; 'till sack commences
it7 note
, 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 them, should be,—to forswear
thin potations, and to addict themselves to sack.
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Enter Bardolph.
How now, Bardolph?
Bard.
The army is discharged all, and gone.
Fal.
Let them go. I'll through Glocestershire;
and there will I visit master Robert Shallow, esquire:
8 note
I have him already tempering between my finger
and my thumb, and shortly will I seal with him.
Come away.
[Exeunt.
Samuel Johnson [1778], The plays of William Shakspeare. In ten volumes. With the corrections and illustrations of various commentators; to which are added notes by Samuel Johnson and George Steevens. The second edition, Revised and Augmented (Printed for C. Bathurst [and] W. Strahan [etc.], London) [word count] [S10901].