Another Part of the Forest.
 Alarum. Excursions.
 Enter FALSTAFF and COLEVILLE, meeting.

Falstaff	What's your name, sir? Of what condition are you, and of 
	what place?

Coleville	I am a knight, sir, and my name is Coleville of the Dale.

Falstaff	Well then, Coleville is your name, a knight is your 
	degree, and your place the Dale. Coleville shall be still 
	your name, a traitor your degree, and the dungeon your 
	place - a place deep enough; so shall you be still 
	Coleville of the Dale.

Coleville	Are not you Sir John Falstaff?

Falstaff	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 rouse up fear and trembling, and do observance 
	to my mercy.

Coleville	I think you are Sir John Falstaff, and in that thought 
	yield me.
													[Kneels.

Falstaff	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. And 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.

                             Retreat sounded.
     Enter Prince John of LANCASTER, WESTMORELAND, BLUNT, and OTHERS.

Lancaster	The heat is past; follow no further now.
	Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland.
													[Exit WESTMORELAND.

	Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while?
	When everything is ended, then you come.
	These tardy tricks of yours will, on my life,
	One time or other break some gallows' back.

Falstaff	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 extremest inch of 
	possibility; I have foundered ninescore and odd posts; and 
	here, travel-tainted as I am, have in my pure and 
	immaculate valour taken Sir John Coleville 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, "I came, saw, and overcame".

Lancaster	It was more of his courtesy than your deserving.

Falstaff	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 
	on't, Coleville 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.

Lancaster	Thine's too heavy to mount.

Falstaff	Let it shine, then.

Lancaster	Thine's too thick to shine.

Falstaff	Let it do something, my good lord, that may do me good, 
	and call it what you will.

Lancaster	Is thy name Coleville?

Coleville								It is, my lord.

Lancaster	A famous rebel art thou, Coleville.

Falstaff	And a famous true subject took him.

Coleville	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.

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

                          Re-enter WESTMORELAND.

Lancaster	Now, have you left pursuit?

Westmoreland	Retreat is made and execution stayed.

Lancaster	Send Coleville with his confederates
	To York, to present execution.
	Blunt, lead him hence, and see you guard him sure.
											[Exit BLUNT with COLEVILLE.

	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.

Falstaff	My lord, I beseech you give me leave to go
	Through Gloucestershire; and when you come to court,
	Stand my good lord, pray, in your good report.

Lancaster	Fare you well, Falstaff. I, in my condition,
	Shall better speak of you than you deserve.
													[Exeunt all but FALSTAFF.

Falstaff	I would you had 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 none of 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 twofold operation 
	in it. It ascends me into the brain, dries me there all 
	the foolish and dull and crudy vapours 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 the inwards to the parts' extremes. 
	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 
	valour 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, 
	sterile, and bare land, manured, husbanded, and tilled, 
	with excellent endeavour of drinking good and good store 
	of fertile sherris, that he is become very hot and 
	valiant. If I had a thousand sons, the first human 
	principle I would teach them should be to forswear thin 
	potations, and to addict themselves to sack.

                             Enter BARDOLPH.

	How now, Bardolph?

Bardolph	The army is dischargd all and gone.

Falstaff	Let them go. I'll through Gloucestershire, 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.
