Mowb. Your Grace of York in God's name then fet forward. York. Before, and greet his Grace; my lord, we come. Lan. YOU'R YOU'RE well encounter'd here, my coufin Good day to you, my gentle lord Archbishop, Than now to fee you here an iron man, To us, th' imagin'd voice of heav'n itself; Between the grace, the fanctities of heav'n, York. peace: York Good my lord of Lancaster. The which hath been with fcorn fhov'd from the Court: Whofe dangerous eyes may well be charm'd afleep Mowb. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes Haft. And though we here fall down, Lan. You are too fhallow, Haftings, much too fhallow, To found the bottom of the after-times. Weft. Pleaseth your Grace, to answer them directly, How far forth you do like their articles? Lan. I like them all, and do allow them well: My lord, thefe griefs fhall be with speed redreft; York. York. I take your princely word for these Redreffes. Lan. I give it you; and will maintain my word; And thereupon I drink unto your Grace. Haft. Go, captain, and deliver to the army This news of peace; let them have pay, and part: I know, it will please them. Hie thee, captain. [Exit Colevile. York. To you, my noble lord of Westmorland. Weft. I pledge your Grace; and if you knew what pains I have beftow'd, to breed this prefent peace, You would drink freely: but my love to ye Weft. I am glad of it. Health to my lord, and gentle cousin Mowbray. York. Against ill chances men are ever merry, Weft. Therefore be merry, Goz, fince fudden forrow Serves to fay thus; fome good thing comes to-morrow. York. Believe me, I am paffing light in spirit. Mowb. So much the worse, if your own rule be [Shouts. Lan. The word of peace is render'd; hark! they true. shout. Mowb. This had been chearful after victory. York. A peace is of the nature of a conqueft; For then both parties nobly are subdu'd, And neither party lofer. Lan. Go, my lord, And let our army be difcharged too. [Exit Weft. And, good my lord, fo pleafe you, let our trains. York, York. Go, good lord Haftings: And, ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by. [Exit Haflings. Lan. I trust, lords, we shall lie to night together. Now, coufin, wherefore ftands our army ftill? Re-enter Haftings. up, Haft. My lord, our army is difpers'd already: Mowb. Is this proceeding juft and honourable? York. Will you thus break your faith? I promis'd you Redress of these same grievances, SCENE Fal. WHAT's your name, Sir? of what condi tion 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 is your degree, and your place, the dale. Colevile fhall ftill be your name, a traitor your degree, and the dungeon your place, a place deep enough: so shall you ftill be Colevile of the dale. Cole. Are not you Sir John Falstaff? Fal. As good a man as he, Sir, who e'er I am: do ye yield, Sir, or fhall I fweat for you? if I do fweat, they are the drops of thy lovers, and they weep for thy death; therefore roufe up fear and trembling, and do obfervance 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 indifferency, I were fimply the most active fellow in Europe: my womb, my womb, my womb undoes me. Here comes our General. any . I Enter Prince John of Lancaster, and Westmorland. Lan. The heat is past, follow no farther now, Call in the Pow'rs, good coufin Westmorland. [Exit Weft. Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while? When every thing is ended, then you come. Thefe tardy tricks of yours 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 VOL V. I the |