but thou, like a kind fellow, gavest thyself away
gratis, and I thank thee for thee. 76
Enter Westmoreland.
Lanc. Now, have you left pursuit?
West. Retreat is made and execution stay'd.
Lanc. Send Colevile with his confederates
To York, to present execution. 80
Blunt, lead him hence, and see you guard him sure.
Exit [Blunt] 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, 84
Which, cousin [addressing Westmoreland], you shall bear, to comfort him;
And we with sober speed will follow you.
Fal. My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to go,
Through Gloucestershire, and when you come to court 88
Stand my good lord, pray, in your good report.
Lanc. Fare you well, Falstaff: I, in my condition,
Shall better speak of you than you deserve.
Fal. I would you had but the wit: 'twere 92
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 96
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, 100
80 present: immediate
82 dispatch we: let us hasten
89 Stand my good lord: be my kind patron
90 condition: official capacity
97, 98 come to any proof: turn out well
