The Second Part Of King Henry The Fourth

1 Alarum. Excursions. Enter Falstaff and Colevile, meeting.
2 FALSTAFF.
3 What’s your name, sir? Of what condition are you, and of what place, I
4 pray?
5 COLEVILE.
6 I am a knight, sir, and my name is Colevile of the Dale.
7 FALSTAFF.
8 Well, then, Colevile is your name, a knight is your degree, and your
9 place the Dale. Colevile shall be still your name, a traitor your
10 degree, and the dungeon your place, a place deep enough; so shall you
11 be still Colevile of the Dale.
12 COLEVILE.
13 Are not you Sir John Falstaff?
14 FALSTAFF.
15 As good a man as he, sir, whoe’er I am. Do ye yield, sir, or shall I
16 sweat for you? If I do sweat, they are the drops of thy lovers, and
17 they weep for thy death. Therefore rouse up fear and trembling, and do
18 observance to my mercy.
19 COLEVILE.
20 I think you are Sir John Falstaff, and in that thought yield me.
21 FALSTAFF.
22 I have a whole school of tongues in this belly of mine, and not a
23 tongue of them all speaks any other word but my name. An I had but a
24 belly of any indifferency, I were simply the most active fellow in
25 Europe. My womb, my womb, my womb undoes me. Here comes our general.
26 Enter Prince John of Lancaster, Westmoreland, Blunt, and others.
27 LANCASTER.
28 The heat is past; follow no further now.
29 Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland.
30 [_Exit Westmoreland._]
31 Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while?
32 When everything is ended, then you come.
33 These tardy tricks of yours will, on my life,
34 One time or other break some gallows’ back.
35 FALSTAFF.
36 I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be thus. I never knew yet but
37 rebuke and check was the reward of valour. Do you think me a swallow,
38 an arrow, or a bullet? Have I, in my poor and old motion, the
39 expedition of thought? I have speeded hither with the very extremest
40 inch of possibility; I have foundered nine score and odd posts; and
41 here, travel-tainted as I am, have in my pure and immaculate valour,
42 taken Sir John Colevile of the Dale, a most furious knight and valorous
43 enemy. But what of that? He saw me, and yielded; that I may justly say,
44 with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, “I came, saw, and overcame.”
45 LANCASTER.
46 It was more of his courtesy than your deserving.
47 FALSTAFF.
48 I know not. Here he is, and here I yield him. And I beseech your Grace,
49 let it be booked with the rest of this day’s deeds, or, by the Lord, I
50 will have it in a particular ballad else, with mine own picture on the
51 top on’t, Colevile kissing my foot: to the which course if I be
52 enforced, if you do not all show like gilt twopences to me, and I in
53 the clear sky of fame o’ershine you as much as the full moon doth the
54 cinders of the element, which show like pins’ heads to her, believe not
55 the word of the noble. Therefore let me have right, and let desert
56 mount.
57 LANCASTER.
58 Thine’s too heavy to mount.
59 FALSTAFF.
60 Let it shine, then.
61 LANCASTER.
62 Thine’s too thick to shine.
63 FALSTAFF.
64 Let it do something, my good lord, that may do me good, and call it
65 what you will.
66 LANCASTER.
67 Is thy name Colevile?
68 COLEVILE.
69 It is, my lord.
70 LANCASTER.
71 A famous rebel art thou, Colevile.
72 FALSTAFF.
73 And a famous true subject took him.
74 COLEVILE.
75 I am, my lord, but as my betters are
76 That led me hither. Had they been ruled by me,
77 You should have won them dearer than you have.
78 FALSTAFF.
79 I know not how they sold themselves, but thou, like a kind fellow,
80 gavest thyself away gratis, and I thank thee for thee.
81 Enter Westmoreland.
82 LANCASTER.
83 Now, have you left pursuit?
84 WESTMORELAND.
85 Retreat is made and execution stay’d.
86 LANCASTER.
87 Send Colevile with his confederates
88 To York, to present execution.
89 Blunt, lead him hence, and see you guard him sure.
90 [_Exeunt Blunt and others with Colevile._]
91 And now dispatch we toward the court, my lords.
92 I hear the King my father is sore sick.
93 Our news shall go before us to his Majesty,
94 Which, cousin, you shall bear to comfort him,
95 And we with sober speed will follow you.
96 FALSTAFF.
97 My lord, I beseech you give me leave to go through Gloucestershire,
98 and, when you come to court, stand my good lord, pray, in your good
99 report.
100 LANCASTER.
101 Fare you well, Falstaff. I, in my condition,
102 Shall better speak of you than you deserve.
103 [_Exeunt all but Falstaff._]
104 FALSTAFF.
105 I would you had but the wit, ’twere better than your dukedom. Good
106 faith, this same young sober-blooded boy doth not love me, nor a man
107 cannot make him laugh; but that’s no marvel, he drinks no wine. There’s
108 never none of these demure boys come to any proof; for thin drink doth
109 so over-cool their blood, and making many fish meals, that they fall
110 into a kind of male green-sickness; and then, when they marry, they get
111 wenches. They are generally fools and cowards, which some of us should
112 be too, but for inflammation. A good sherris-sack hath a two-fold
113 operation in it. It ascends me into the brain, dries me there all the
114 foolish and dull and crudy vapours which environ it, makes it
115 apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable
116 shapes, which, delivered o’er to the voice, the tongue, which is the
117 birth, becomes excellent wit. The second property of your excellent
118 sherris is the warming of the blood, which, before cold and settled,
119 left the liver white and pale, which is the badge of pusillanimity and
120 cowardice. But the sherris warms it and makes it course from the
121 inwards to the parts’ extremes. It illumineth the face, which as a
122 beacon gives warning to all the rest of this little kingdom, man, to
123 arm; and then the vital commoners and inland petty spirits muster me
124 all to their captain, the heart, who, great and puffed up with this
125 retinue, doth any deed of courage; and this valour comes of sherris. So
126 that skill in the weapon is nothing without sack, for that sets it
127 a-work; and learning a mere hoard of gold kept by a devil, till sack
128 commences it and sets it in act and use. Hereof comes it that Prince
129 Harry is valiant; for the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his
130 father he hath, like lean, sterile and bare land, manured, husbanded
131 and tilled with excellent endeavour of drinking good and good store of
132 fertile sherris, that he is become very hot and valiant. If I had a
133 thousand sons, the first humane principle I would teach them should be
134 to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack.
135 Enter Bardolph.
136 How now, Bardolph?
137 BARDOLPH.
138 The army is discharged all and gone.
139 FALSTAFF.
140 Let them go. I’ll through Gloucestershire, and there will I visit
141 Master Robert Shallow, Esquire. I have him already tempering between my
142 finger and my thumb, and shortly will I seal with him. Come away.
143 [_Exeunt._]