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thus: I never knew yet, but rebuke and check was the reward of valor. 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 extremest inch of possibility; I have foundered nine-score and odd posts; and here, travel-tainted as I am, have, in my pure and immaculate valor, 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 hook-nosed fellow of Rome,1came, saw, and overcame.'
P. John. 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 booked 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 show like gilt twopences 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 show like pins' heads to her;-believe not the word of the noble: therefore let me have right, and let desert mount.
1 Julius Cæsar.
2 A ludicrous term for the stars.
P. John. Thine 's too heavy to mount.
P. John. 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.
P. John. Is thy name Colevile ?
Cole. It is, my lord.
P. John. A famous rebel art thou, Colevile. Fal. And a famous true subject took him. Cole. I am, my lord, but as my betters are, That led me hither: had they been ruled 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, gavest thyself away; and I thank thee for thee.
P. John. Now, have you left pursuit ?
Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him
Fal. My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to go through Glostershire; and, when you come to
court, stand my good lord,1 pray, in your good report.
P. John. Fare you well, Falstaff: I, in my condition,2
Shall better speak of you than you deserve. [Exit. Fal. I would, you had but the 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 these demure boys come to any proof; 3 for thin drink doth so overcool 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 sherrissack hath a twofold operation in it: it ascends me into the brain; dries me there all the foolish, and dull, and crudy vapors which environ it; makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery and delectable shapes, which delivered 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
2 In my good nature.'-Johnson. Confirmed state of manhood.
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 puffed up with this retinue, doth any deed of courage; and this valor 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 devil, till sack commences it, 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 endeavor of drinking good, and good store of fertile sherris, that he is become very hot and valiant. I had a thousand sons, the first human principle I would teach them, should be,—to forswear thin potations, and addict themselves to sack.
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.1 Come away.
In allusion to the old custom of sealing with soft wax.
Westminster. A room in the palace.
Enter KING HENRY, CLARENCE, PRINCE HUMPHREY, WARWICK, and others.
K. Hen. Now, lords, if Heaven doth give suc-
To this debate that bleedeth at our doors,
Come underneath the yoke of government.
War. Both which, we doubt not but your majesty
Shall soon enjoy.
K. Hen. Humphrey, my son of Gloster,
P. Hum. I think, he's gone to hunt, my lord. at
K. Hen. And how accompanied ?
I do not know, my lord.
K. Hen. Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence,
1 Ready, prepared.