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P. Hen. I beseech your majesty, make up,
Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.

K. Hen. I will do so :-
My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.

West. Come, my lord, I 'll lead you to your tent.
P. Hen. Lead me, my lord ? I do not need your

And Heaven forbid a shallow scratch should drive
The prince of Wales from such a field as this ;
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 PRINCE John and WESTMORELAND. P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, Lan

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

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. O, this boy lends mettle to us all. (Exit.

Alarums. Enter Douglas.
Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydras' heads:
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

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.

But now,


Doug. I fear thou art another counterfeit;
And yet, in faith, thou bear’st thee like a king :
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 awhile :
Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion ;a
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 your death.
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

[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. P. Hen.

Why, then I see a Opinion-reputation.

A very valiant rebel of that 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 Heaven,
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.

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; They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my

flesh :

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,

But now,

A kingdom for it was too small a bound;


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 great 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,
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 me and eat me to-morrow. 'Sblood, 't was 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, it 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.

[Takes Hotspur on his back. Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and Prince John. P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast thou

flesh'd Thy maiden sword.

P. John. But, soft! who have we here?
Did you not tell me this fat man was dead ?

P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead,
Breathless and bleeding on the ground.
Art thou alive?
Or is it phantasy that plays upon our eyesight?
I prithee, speak; we will not trust our eyes
Without our ears :
Thou art not what thou seem'st.

Fal. No, that is 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 honour, 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 kill'd myself, and saw thee

dead. Fal. Didst thou ?—Lord, Lord, how the 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 may be believed, so; if not, let them that should reward valour bear the sin upon their own heads. I'll 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.

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