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Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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SCENE III. The Same. Another Part. Drums. Excursions, and Parties flying. Enter Falstaff, and Colevile, meeting.

Fal.

What's your name, sir? of what condition are you; and of what place, I pray note?

Col.

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 be still, Colevile of the dale.

Col.

Are not you sir John Falstaff?

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

Col.

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 than 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.

Drums. Enter Prince John, and Forces; Westmoreland, and Others.

Pr. J.
The heat is past, follow no farther note 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 note 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, an arrow, or a bullet? have I, in my poor and old motion, the expedition of thought? I have speeded hither with the very extreamest 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;

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that I may justly say with the hook-nos'd fellow of Rome, note14Q0705—I came, saw, and overcame.

Pr. J.

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 note will have it in a particular ballad else note, with mine own picture on the top of it note, 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'er-shine 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.

Pr. J.

Thine's too heavy to mount.

Fal.

Let it shine then.

Pr. J.

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.

Pr. J.

Is thy name Colevile?

Col.

It is, my lord.

Pr. J.

A famous rebel art thou, Colevile.

Fal.

And a famous true subject took him.

Col.
I am, my lord, but as my betters are,
That led me hither: had they been rul'd by me,
You should have won them note dearer than you have.

Fal.

I know not how they sold themselves: but thou, like a kind fellow, gav'st thyself away;14Q0706 and note I thank thee for thee.

Re-enter Westmoreland.

Pr. J.
Now note, have you left pursuit?

Wes.
Retreat note is made, and execution stay'd.

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Pr. J.
Send Colevile here, 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, stand my good lord in note your good report.

Pr. J.
Fare you well, Falstaff: I, in my condition,
Shall better speak of you than you deserve.
[Exeunt All but Falstaff.

Fal.

I would, you had the note 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 note 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 crudy note vapours which environ it: makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and 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

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warming of the blood; which, before cold and settl'd, 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 extream note: It illumineth note 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 puft up with his note 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 meer hoard of gold kept by a devil; 'till sack commences it,14Q0707 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) fertil sherris; that he is become very hot, and valiant. If I had a thousand sons, the first humane note principle I would teach them, should be,—to forswear thin potations, and to addict themselves to sack.— Enter Bardolph. How now, Bardolph?

Bar.

The army is discharged all, and gone.

Fal.

Let them go. I'll through Glostershire; 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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Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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