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 16
my mercy.
Cole. I think you are Sir John Falstaff, and
in that thought yield me.
Fal. I have a whole school of tongues in this 20
belly of mine, and not a tongue of them all
speaks any other word but my name. An I had
but a belly of any indifferency, I were simply the
most active fellow in Europe: my womb, my 24
womb, my womb undoes me. Here comes our
general.
Enter Prince John, Westmoreland and the rest.
Lanc. The heat is past, follow no further now.
Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland. 28
[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. 32
Fal. 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 36
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, 40
have, in my pure and immaculate valour, taken
Sir John Colevile of the dale, a most furious
16 observance: homage
23 indifferency: moderate size
27 heat: race, pursuit
34 check: reproof
37 expedition: speed
40 posts: post-horses
