Lan. I pawn'd thee none:[4101]
I promised you redress of these same grievances[4102]
Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honour,
I will perform with a most Christian care.115
But for you, rebels, look to taste the due
Meet for rebellion and such acts as yours.[4103]
Most shallowly did you these arms commence,
Fondly brought here and foolishly sent hence.
Strike up our drums, pursue the scatter'd stray:120
God, and not we, hath safely fought to-day.[4104]
Some guard these traitors to the block of death,[4105]
Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath. [Exeunt.
Scene III. Another part of the forest.
Alarum. Excursions. Enter Falstaff and Colevile, meeting.[4106]
Fal. What's your name, sir? of what condition are you,
and of what place, I pray?[4107]
Cole. I am a knight, sir; and my name is Colevile of[4108]
the dale.[4108]
Fal. Well, then, Colevile is your name, a knight is your5
degree, and your place the dale: Colevile shall be still your
name, a traitor your degree, and the dungeon your place,[4109]
a place deep enough; so shall you be still Colevile of the[4110]
dale.
Cole. Are not you Sir John Falstaff?10
Fal. 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.15
Cole. I think you are Sir John Falstaff, and in that
thought yield me.