Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot; | Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much :And thou shalt find a king that will revenge Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him. Lord Stafford's death.

[They fight, and Blunt is slain.
Enter Hotspur.

P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up,
Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
K. Hen. I will do so :-

Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holme- My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. don thus, West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your tent. I never had triumph'd upon a Scot. P. Hen. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless help: lies the king. Hot. Where? Doug. Here.

Hot. This, Douglas? no, I know this face full

well:

A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;
Semblably' furnish'd like the king himself.

Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!
A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear.
Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?

Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats.
Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;
I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
Until I meet the king.

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
Westmoreland,

Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come.
[Exeunt Prince John and Westmoreland.
P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me,
Lancaster,

I

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 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.

Thy maiden sword.
P. John.
But soft! whom have we here?
Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead?
P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless and
Upon the ground.-
bleeding
Art thou alive? or is it phantasy

That plays upon our eye-sight? I pr'ythee, speak;
Hot-We will not trust our eyes, without our ears:-

Thou art not what thou seem'st.

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.
spur 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 :-

life of a man: but to counterfeit dying, when a
man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the
part of valour is-discretion; in the which better
true and perfect image of life indeed. The 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. There
fore I'll make him sure: yea, and I'll swear I kill-
ed 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

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';
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,

but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. Fal. No, that's certain; I am not a double man. 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 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. P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother John. Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, 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 Prince Henry and Prince 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. [Exil, bearing off the body.

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 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.
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.] Embowell'd! If thou embowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder2 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 Ill-spirited Worcester!-did we not send grace, counterfeit: To die, is to be a counterfeit; for he Pardon, and terms of love to all of you? is but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the And would'st thou turn our offers contrary?

K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.

(1) Scarf with which he covers Percy's face.

The

SCENE V.-Another part of the field. trumpets sound. Enter King Henry, Prince Henry, Prince John, Westmoreland, and others; with Worcester, and Vernon, prisoners.

(2) Salt.

Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?
Three knights upon our party slain to day,
A noble earl, and many a creature else,
Had been alive this hour,

P. Hen. Then, brother John of
you

If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne
Betwixt our armies true intelligence.

This honourable bounty shall belong
Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
Up to his pleasure, ransomless, and
His valour shown upon our crests to

Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to; Hath taught us how to cherish such
And I embrace this fortune patiently,
Even in the bosom of our adversarie
Since not to be avoided it falls on me.
K. Hen. Then this remains,-th
our power.-

K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon too:

Other offenders we will pause upon.

[Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. How goes the field? P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when

he saw

The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him,
The noble Percy slain, and all his men
Upon the foot of fear,-fled with the rest
And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis'd,
That the pursuers took him. At my tent
The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace,
I may dispose of him.

K. Hen.

With all my heart.

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