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Enter FALSTAFF. Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal !-Nay, you shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. Re-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 Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! [heart!When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces 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 ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remember'd in thy epitaph!
[He sees Fal, 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. O, 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 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 prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll make him sure: yea, and I'll swear I killed him. Why may not be 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.
[flesh'd P. John.
But, soft! whom have we here?
P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless and bleeding
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 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 killed myself, and saw thee dead.
Fal. Didst thou?- Lord, Lord, how this world given to lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath, and 80 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, zounds, 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 John.-
I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.
[A retreat is sounded. The trumpet sounds retreat; the day is ours. Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field, To see what friends are living, who are dead.
[Exeunt P. HENRY 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 of the body.
SCENE V.-Another part of the Field. The Trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY, PRINCE
HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, WESTMORELAND, and others, with WORCESTER and VERNON prisoners.
K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.-
Wor. What I have done my safety urg'd me to;
K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon too: Other offenders we will pause upon.
[Exeunt WoR. and VER., guarded. How goes the field?
P. Hen. The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when he saw
K. Hen. With all my heart.
P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you
Up to his pleasure, ransomless and free:
P. John. I thank your grace for this high courtesy,
K. Hen. Then this remains,—that we divide our power. You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, Towards York shall bend you with your dearest speed, To meet Northumberland and the prelate Scroop, Who, as we hear, are busily in arms: Myself,—and you, son Harry,—will towards Wales, To fight with Glendower and the Earl of March. Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, Meeting the check of such another day: And since this business so fair is done, Let us not leave till all our own be won.
[Exeunt. SECOND PART OF