Enter Prince John of Lancaster, and Weftmorland.

Lan. The heat is pafs'd, follow no farther now, Call in the pow'rs, good Coufin Weftmorland.

[Exit Weft. Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while ? When every thing is ended, then you come. Thefe tardy tricks of your's will, on my life, One time or other break fome gallows' back.

Fal. I would be forry, 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 fwallow, an arrow, or a bullet? have I, in my poor and old motion, the expedition of thought? I speeded hither with the very extremeft inch of poffibility. I have founder'd ninefcore 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 faw me and yielded; that I may juftly fay with the hook-nos'd fellow of Rome there, Cæfar, -I came, faw, and

Overcame.

Lan. It was more of his courtesy than your deferving. Fal. I know not, Here he is, and here I yield him; and I beseech your Grace, let it be book'd with the reft of this day's deeds; or, by the Lord, I will have it in a particular ballad elfe, with mine own picture on the top of it, Colevile kiffing my foot: to the which courfe if I be enforce'd, if you do not all fhew like gilt twopences to me; and I, in the clear fky of fame, o'erfhine you as much as the full moon doth the cinders of the element, which fhew like pins heads to her; believe not the word of the noble. Therefore let me have right, and let defert mount.

Lan. Thine's too heavy to mount.

Fal. Let it fhine then.

Lan. Thine's too thick to fhine.

Fal. Let it do fomething, my good Lord, that may do me good, and call it what

Lan. Is thy name Colevile?

Cole. It is, my Lord.

you will.

Lan. A famous rebel art thou, Colevile.

Fal. And a famous true fubject took him.

Cole. 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 dearer than you have.

Fal. I know not how they fold themielves; but thou, like a kind fellow, gav'ft thyielf away gratis; and I

thank thee for thee.

SCENE VII. Enter Weftmorland.

Lan. Now, have you left purfuit?

Weft. Retreat is made, and execution stay'd. Lan. Send Colevile then with his confederates To York, to prefent execution.

Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him fure. [Ex. with Colevile And now dispatch we tow'rd the court, my Lords;

I hear the King, my father, is fore fick :
Our news fhall go before us to his Majesty,

Which, coufin, you fhall bear to comfort him;
And we with fober speed will follow

you.

Fal. My Lord, I befeech you, give me leave to go through Glo'fterfhire; and when you come to court, 'pray stand my good Lord in your good report. Lan. Fare you well, Falstaff; I, in my condition, Shall better speak of you than you deferve [Exit.

Fal I would you had but the wit; 'twere better than your dukedom. Good faith, this fame young foberblooded 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 thefe demure boys come to any proof; for thin drink doth so over-cool their blood, and making many fifh-meals, that they fall into a kind of male green-ficknefs; and then, when they marry, they get wenches. They are generally fools and cowards; which fome of us fhould be too, but for inflammation. A good fherris-fack hath a two fold operation in it; it afcends me into the brain; dries me there all the foolish, dull, and crudy vapours which inviron it; makes it apprehenfive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable fhapes; which deliver'd over to the voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes excellent wit. The fecond property of your excellent fherris, is, the warming

:

warming of the blood; which before cold and fettled, left the liver white and pale; which is the badge of pufillanimity and cowardice: but the fherris warms it, and makes it courfe from the inwards, to the parts extreme; it illuminateth 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 fpirits 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 therris. So that fkill in the weapon is nothing without fack, for that fets it a-work; and learning a mere hoard of gold kept by a devil, till fack commences it, and lets it in act and ufe. Hereof comes it, that Prince Harry is valiant ; for the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his father, he hath, like lean, fteril, and bare land, manured, husbanded, and till'd, with excellent endeavour of drinking good and good store of fertil fherris, that he is become very hot and valiant. If I had a thousand fons, the first human principle I would teach them, fhould be to forfwear thin potations, and to addict themselves to fack.

Enter Bardolph.

How now, Bardolph ?

Bard. The army is discharged all, and gone. Fal. Let them go; I'll through Glocefterfhire, and there will I vifit Mafter Robert Shallow, Efquire; I have him already tempering between my finger and my thumb, and fhortly will I feal with him. Come away. [Exeunt

Changes to the palace at Westminster.

Enter King Henry, Warwick, Clarence, and Gloucefter.

K. Henry. Now, Lords, if heav'n doth give fuccefsful To this debate that bleedeth at our doors, We will our youth lead on to higher fields, And draw no fwords but what are fanctify'd. Our navy is addrefs'd, our pow'r collected,

[end

Our

Our fubftitutes in abfence well invested,
And every thing lies level to our with:
Only we want a little perfonal ftrength;
And paufe us, till thefe rebels, now a-foot,
Come underneath the yoke of government.

War. Both which, we doubt not, but your Majesty Shall foon enjoy.

K. Henry Humphry, my fon of Gloucefter, Where is the Prince your brother?

[for.

Glou. I think he's gone to hunt, my Lord, at Wind-
K. Henry. And how accompanied?
Glou. I do not know, my Lord.

K. Henry. Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence,

with him?

Glou. No, my good Lord, he is in presence here. Cla. What would my Lord and Father?

K. Henry. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of Cla

rence.

How chance thou art not with the Prince thy brother?
He loves thee, and thou dost negle&t him, Thomas;
Thou haft a better place in his affection

Than all thy brothers: cherish it, my boy;
And noble offices thou may'ft effect
Of mediation, after I am dead,

Between his greatness and thy other brethren.
Therefore omit him not; blunt not his love;
Nor lofe the good advantage of his grace,
By feeming cold, or carelefs of his will.
"For he is gracious, if he be observ'd:
"He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
"Open as day, for melting charity:

"Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's flint;
"As humorous as winter, and as fudden
"As flaws congealed in the fpring of day *.
"His temper therefore must be well obferv'd:
"Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
"When you perceive his blood inclin'd to mirth;

Alluding to the opinion of fome philofophers, that the vapours being congealed in the air by cold, (which is most intenfe towards the morning); and being afterwards rarified and let loofe by the warmth of the fun, occafion thefe fudden impetuous gufts of wind which are cal led flaws. Oxford editor.

"But

"Being moody, give him line and scope,

"Till that his paffions, like a whale on ground,
"Confound themfelves with working. Learn this,
Thomas,

And thou fhalt prove a fhelter to thy friends;
A hoop of gold to bind thy brothers in,
That the united veffel of their blood,
(Mingled with venom of fuggeftion,
As, force perforce, the age will pour it in),
Shall never leak, though it do work as strong
As aconitum, or rash gun-powder.

Cla. I fhall obferve him with all care and love.
K. Henry. Why art thou not at Windfor with him,
Thomas?

Cla. He is not there to-day; he dines in London. K. Henry. And how accompanied? canft thou tell that?

Cla. With Poins, and other his continual followers. K. Henry. Moft fubject is the fateft foil to weeds: And he, the noble image of my youth,

you

Is overspread with them; therefore my grief
Stretches itself beyond the hour of death.
The blood weeps from my heart, when I do fhape,
In forms imaginary, th' unguided days
And rotten times that fhall look upon,
When I am fleeping with my ancestors.
For when this headstrong riot hath no curb,
When rage and hot blood are his counsellors,
When means and lavish manners meet together,
Oh, with what wings fhall his affection fly
Tow'rd fronting peril and oppos'd decay?

War. My gracious Lord, you look beyond him quite: The Prince but ftudies his companions,

Like a ftrange tongue; wherein, to gain the language, 'Tis needful that the moft immodeft word

Be look'd upon, and learn'd; which once attain’d,
Your Highnefs knows, comes to no farther use,
But to be known and hated. So, like grofs terms,
The Prince will in the perfectness of time
Caft off his followers; and their memory
Shall as a pattern or a meafure live,

By which his Grace muft mete the lives of others;

Turning