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So many of his snadows thou hast met,
Doug. I fear thou art another counterfeit;
PRINCE HENRY. P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art
like Never to hold it up again! the spirits Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: It is the prince of Wales that threatens thee; Who never promiseth, but he means to pay.
[They fight; Douglas flies.
K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while.
P. Hen. O Heaven! they did me too much injury,
[Exit King HENRY.
Enter Hotspur. Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. P. Hen. Thou speak’st as if I would deny my name.
Hot. My name is Harry Percy.
Why, then I see
Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come
P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee;
[They fight. Enter FALSTAFF.
Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal !-Nay, you shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you.
Enter Douglas; he fights with FALSTAFF, who falls
down as if he were dead, and exit Douglas. Hotspur is wounded, and falls.?
Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robbed me of my youth.
1 Shakspeare had no authority for making Hotspur fall by the hand of the prince. Holinshed says, “The king slew that day with his own hand six and thirty persons of his enemies. The other of his party, encouraged by his doings, fought valiantly, and slew the Lord Percy, called Henry Hotspur.” Speed says that Percy was killed by an unknown hand.
2 Hotspur, in his last moments, endeavors to console himself. The
But that the earthy and cold hand of death
[Dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy. Fare thee
well, great heart!-
[He sees FALSTAFF on the ground.
Fal. [Rising slowly.] Embowelled! if thou embowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder* me, and eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no counterfeit. To die, is to be a counterfeit; for he is but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life of a man: but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed. The better part of valor is—discretion ; in the which better part, I have saved my life. 'Zounds, I am afraid of this gunpowder Percy, though he be dead. How, if he should counterfeit too, and rise ? I am afraid he would prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll make him sure; yea, and I'll swear I killed him. Why may not he rise as well as I? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore, sirrah, [stabbing him,] with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me.
glory of the prince wounds his thoughts, but thought, being dependent on life, must cease with it, and will soon be at an end. Life, on which thought depends, is itself of no great value, being the fool and sport of time ; of time which, with all its dominion over sublunary things, must itself at last be stopped. Johnson.
1 His scarf, with which he covers Percy's face. 2 Thus the folio. The quartos read ignominy.
3 To embowel was the old term for embalming the body, as was usually done by those of persons of rank.
[Takes Hotspur on his back.
Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and PRINCE John.
P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast thou
fleshed Thy maiden sword. P. John.
But, soft! whom have we here?
Fal. No, that's certain ; I am not a double man; but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is Percy ; [throwing the body down ;] if your father will do me any honor, so; if not, let him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either earl or duke, I can assure you.
P. Hen. Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw thee dead.
Fal. Didst thou ?-Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying !—I grant you, I was down, and out of breath ; and so was he: but we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If I I may be believed, so; if not, let them that should reward valor, bear the sin upon their own heads. I'11 take it upon my death, I gave him this wound in the thigh; if the man were alive, and would deny it, I would make him eat a piece of my sword. P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I
heard. P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother
[A retreat is sounded.
[Exeunt P. Hen. and P. John. Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do.
[Exit, bearing off the body.
SCENE V. Another Part of the Field.
Enter King HENRY, PRINCE HENRY, PRINCE JOHN,
WESTMORELAND, and others, with WORCESTER and VERNON, prisoners.
K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke. Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace,