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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, 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.

Lan. Thine 's too heavy to mount.

Fal. Let it shine, then.

Lan. Thine 's too thick to shine.

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

Lan. Is thy name Colevile?

Cole. It is, my lord.

Lan. 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.

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Fal. I know not how they sold themselves: but thou, like

a kind fellow, gavest thyself away gratis; and I thank thee for thee.

Re-enter WESTMORELAND

Lan. Now, have you left pursuit ?

West. Retreat is made and execution stay'd.
Lan. Send Colevile with his confederates

To York, to present execution :

Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him sure. [Exeunt Blunt and others with Colevile. 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.

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Ful. 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.

Lan. Fare you well, Falstaff: I, in my condition, Shall better speak of you than you deserve.

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[Exeunt all but Falstaff.

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 none of these demure boys come to any proof; for thin drink doth so over-cool their blood, and making many fishmeals, that they fall into a kind of male green-sickness: 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 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 valour comes of sherris. So that skill in the weapon is nothing without sack, for that sets it awork; 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 humane principle I would teach them should be, to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack. Enter BARDOLPH.

How now, Bardolph ?

Bard. The army is discharged all and gone.

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Fal. 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.

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The Jerusalem Chamber.

Enter the KING, the PRINCES THOMAS OF CLARENCE and HUMPHREY OF GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, and others.

King. Now, lords, if God doth give successful end
To this debate that bleedeth at our doors,

We will our youth lead on to higher fields.
And draw no swords but what are sanctified
Our navy is address'd, our power collected,
Our substitutes in absence well invested,
And every thing lies level to our wish:
Only, we want a little personal strength;
And pause us, till these rebels, now afoot,

Come underneath the yoke of government.
War. Both which we doubt not but your majesty
Shall soon enjoy.

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King.

Humphrey, my son of Gloucester,

Where is the prince your brother?

Glou. I think he's gone to hunt, my lord, at Windsor.
King. And how accompanied?

Glou.

I do not know, my lord.

King. Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence, with him? Glou. No, my good lord; he is in presence here.

SCENE IV.] KING HENRY THE FOURTH. II.

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Clar. What would my lord and father?
King. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of Clarence
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,
And noble offices thou mayst effect

Of mediation, after I am dead,

Between his greatness and thy other brethren :
Therefore omit him not; blunt not his love,
Nor lose the good advantage of his grace
By seeming cold or careless of his will;

For he is gracious, if he be observed :
He hath a tear for pity and a hand
Open as day for melting charity :

Yet notwithstanding, being incensed, he 's flint,
As humorous as winter and as sudden

As flaws congealed in the spring of day.
His temper, therefore, must be well observed :
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth ;
But, being moody, give him line and scope,
Till that his passions, like a whale on ground,
Confound themselves with working.
And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends,
A hoop of gold to bind thy brothers in,
That the united vessel of their blood,
Mingled with venom of suggestion-
As, force perforce, the age will pour it in-
Shall never leak, though it do work as strong

As aconitum or rash gunpowder.

Learn this, Thomas,

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Clar. I shall observe him with all care and love.

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King. Why art thou not at Windsor with him, Thomas?
Clar. He is not there to-day; he dines in London.
King. And how accompanied? canst thou tell that ?
Clar. With Poins, and other his continual followers.

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King. 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
In forms imaginary the unguided days
And rotten times that you shall look upon
When I am sleeping with my ancestors.
For when his headstrong riot hath no curb,
When rage and hot blood are his counsellors,
When means and lavish manners meet together,
O, with what wings shall his affections fly
Towards fronting peril and opposed decay !

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,
Your highness knows, comes to no further use
But to be known and hated. So, like gross terms,
The prince will in the perfectness of time
Cast off his followers; and their memory

Shall as a pattern or a measure live,

By which his grace must mete the lives of others,
Turning past evils to advantages.

King. 'Tis seldom when the bee doth leave her comb
In the dead carrion.

Enter WESTMORELAND.

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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:
Mowbray, the Bishop Scroop, Hastings and all

Are brought to the correction of your law;
There is not now a rebel's sword unsheathed,

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