Fal. Let it shine then. P. John. Thine's too thick to shine. may de Fal. Let it do something, my good lord, that: me good, and call it what you will. P. John. Is thy name Colevile? P. John. A famous rebel art thou, Colevile. Fal. I know not how they sold themselves: but thou, like a kind fellow, gavest thyself away; and I thank thee for thee. Re-enter Westmoreland. P. John. Now, have you left pursuit ? West. Retreat is made, and execution stay'd. P. John. Send Colevile, with his confederates, To York, to present execution : Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him sure. [Exeunt some with Colevile. And now despatch we toward the court, my lords; I hear, the king my father is sore sick : Fal. My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to go through Glostershire: and, when you come to court, stand my good lord, 'pray, in your good report. P. John. Fare you well, Falstaff: I, in my condition, 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: 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 two-fold 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, for getive, 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 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 cour age; 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, steril, and bare land, manured, husLanded, 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 addict themselves to sack. Enter Bardolph. How now, Bardolph ? Bard. 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. Come [Exeunt. away. SCENE IV.-Westminster. A Room in the Palace, Enter King Henry, Clarence, Prince Humphrey, Warwick, and others. K. Hen. Now, lords, if heaven doth give successful end To this debate that bleedeth at our doors, War. Both which, we doubt not but your majesty Shall soon enjoy. K. Hen. Humphrey, my son of Gloster, Where is the prince your brother? P. Humph. I think, he's gone to hunt, my lord, at Windsor. K. Hen. And how accompanied? P. Humph. I do not know, my lord. K. Hen. Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence, with him? P. Humph. No, my good lord; he is in presence here. Cla. What would my lord and father? K. Hen. 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 neglect him, Thomas; Thou hast a better place in his affection, Than all thy brothers: cherish it, my boy; Between his greatness and thy other brethren :~~ Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's flint ; Thomas, And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends; A hoop of gold, to bind thy brothers in; Mingled with venom of suggestion, Cla. I shall observe him with all care and love. Cla. He is not there to-day; he dines in London. that? Cla. With Poins, and other his continual followers. K. Hen. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds; And he, the noble image of my youth, Is overspread with them: Therefore my grief Stretches itself beyond the hour of death; The blood weeps from my heart, when I do shape, And rotten times, that you shall look upon War. My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite: The prince but studies his companions, Like a strange tongue :, wherein, to gain the language, "Tis needful, that the most immodest word Be look'd upon, and learn'd: which once attain'd, By which his grace must mete the lives of others? K. Hen. 'Tis seldom, when the bee doth leave her comb In the dead carrion.-Who's here? Westmoreland? Enter Westmoreland. West. Health to my sovereign! and new happiness Added to that that I am to deliver! Prince John, your son, doth kiss your grace's hand: K. Hen. O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird, |