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Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on,
And rebels' arms triumph in massacres !
P. John. We breathe too long :-Come, cousin

Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come.

[Exeunt P. John and WESTMORELAND. P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, Lan

I did not think thee lord of such a spirit;
Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John;

now, I do respect thee as my soul.
K. Hen. I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point,
With lustier maintenance than I did look for
Of such an ungrown warrior”.
P. Hen.

0, this boy Lends mettle to us all!


Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS. Dorg. Another king! they grow like Hydra's

I am the Douglas, fatal to all those
That wear those colours on them.- What art thou,
That counterfeit'st the person of a king ?
K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves

at heart,
So many of his shadows thou hast met,
And not the very king. I have two boys,
Seek Percy, and thyself, about the field :
But, seeing thou fall’st on me so luckily,
I will assay thee ; so defend thyself.

Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit;
And yet, in faith, thou bear’st thee like a king :

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the earle of Richmond withstood his violence, and kept him at the sword's point, without advantage, longer than his companions either thought or judged.'-Holinshed, p. 759. VOL. V.



But mine, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be,
And thus I win thee.
[They fight; the King being in danger, enter

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.
Cheerly, my lord: How fares your grace?
Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent,
And so hath Clifton; I'll to Clifton straight.

K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while :-
Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion ;
And show'd, thou mak'st some tender of my life,
In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.

P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much injury,
That ever said, I hearken'd for


If it were so, I might have let alone
The insulting hand of Douglas over you;
Which would have been as speedy in your end,
As all the poisonous potions in the world,
And say'd the treacherous labour of your son.
K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to Sir Nicholas


3 Opinion for estimation, reputation, the opinion of the world. The word was then used in that sense. So in Thierry and Theodoret :

• What opinion will the managing
Of this affair bring to my wisdom! my invention

Tickles with approbation on't.'
And in the Gamester, by Shirley : Patience: I mean you have
the opinion of a valiant gentleman; one that dares fight and main-
tain your honour against odds.'

Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
P. Hen. Thou speak’st as if I would deny my


* Hot. My name is Harry Percy. P. Hen.

Why, then I see A very valiant rebel of the name. I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere; Nor can one England brook a double reign, Of Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales.

Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come To end the one of us; And 'would to God, Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!

P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee; And all the budding honours on thy crest I'll crop, to make a garland for my head. Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities.

[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 4.

Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb’d me of my youth, I better brook the loss of brittle life, Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;

* 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.

They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my

Aesh: But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop”. O, I could prophesy, But that the earthy and cold hand of death Lies on my tongue:-No, Percy, thou art dust, And food for

[Dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee well,

great heart! Ill weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound 6; But now, two


of the vilest earth Is room enough :—This earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. If thou wert sensible of courtesy, I should not make so dear a show of zeal:But let my favours? hide thy mangled face; And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself For doing these fair rites of tenderness. Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven! Thy ignomy sleep with thee in the grave,

Hotspur, in his last moments, endeavours to console himself. The 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. So in Shakspeare's one hundred and sixth sonnet:

*Love's not Time's fool.' 6 • Carminibus confide bonis-jacet ecce Tibullus ;

Vix manet è toto parva quod urna capit.'— Ovid. 7 His scarf, with which he covers Percy's face.

8 Thus the folio. The quartos read ignominy. Shakspeare writes the word ignomy in Troilus and Cressida, Act v. Sc. 3:

• Hence, broker lacquey! ignomy and shame.' And in Lord Cromwell, 1602:

* With scandalous ignomy and slanderous speeches.'


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But not remember'd in thy epitaph !

[He sees Falstaff on the ground. What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell! I could have better spar'd a better man. 0, I should have a heavy miss of thee, If I were much in love with vanity. Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day, Though many dearer, in this bloody fray:Embowell’d will I see thee by and by; Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. [Exit.

Fal. [Rising slowly.] Embowelled ! if thou embowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder 10 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 valour 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


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. There

9 To imbowell was the old term for embalming the body, as was usually done by those of persons of rank. Thus in Aulicus Coquinariæ, 1650:- The next day was solemnly appointed for imbowelling the corps, in the presence of some of the counsell, all the physicians, chirurgions, apothecaries, and the Palsgrave's physician.'

10 Salt.

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