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Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, but upon the pate.—Soft' who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt:— there's honour for you: Here's no vanity —I am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead out of me: I need no more weight than mine own bowels.-I have led my raggamuffins where they are peppered: there's but three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and they are for the town's end, to beg during life. But who comes here 1

Enter Prince Henry.

P. Hen. What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword : Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff, Under the hoofs of younting enemies Whose ".are unreveng'd : Fryhee, lend thy sword. Fal. O Hal, I pr’ythee, give me leave to breathe a while.—Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him sure. P. Hen. He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. Lend me thy sword, I pr’ythee. Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt. P. Hen. Give it me: What, is it in the case? Fal. Ay, Hal; ’tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a city. Wo: Prince draws out a bottle of sack. P. Hen. What, is't a time to jest and dally now? Throws it at him, and erit. Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. Is he do come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in his, willingly, i. him make a carbonado” of me. I like not such grinning honour assir Walter hath: Give me lise : which if I can save, so ; if not, honour comes unlooked for, and there’s an end. - [Erit. SCENTE IV.--Another part of the field. Alarums. Ercursions. Enter the King, Prince Henry, Prince John, and Westmoreland.

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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.
[Ereunt Prince John and Westmoreland.
P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me,
Lancaster, -
I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:
Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John;
But now, I do respect thee as my soul.
K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Piercy at the point,
With lustier maintenance than I did look for
Of such an ungrown warrior.
H O, this boy
[Erit.

- en. Lends mettle to us all ! .dlarums. Enter Douglas. Doug. Another king ! they grow like Hydra's

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 7
K. Hen. o: 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:
But mine, I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be,
And thus I win thee.
They fight; the King being in danger,
enter Prince Henry.
P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou
art like
Never to hold it up again! the spirits
Of Shirly, 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 awhileo
Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion;”
And show'd, thou mak'st some tender of my life,
In this fair rescue thou has brought to me.
P. Hen. O heaven they did me too much in

Jury,
That ever said, I hearken'd for your death.
If it were so, imight have it 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, Pll to sir Nicholas
Gawsey. [Erit King Henry

{} In resemblance.
2) A piece of meat cut crosswise for the gridiron.

(3) Reputation.

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. A very valiant rebel of the name. I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in #. 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 Norshäliit, 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 ! }. 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.'ican no longer brook thy vanities. [They fight.

Why, then I see

Enter Falstaff.

Fal. Well said, Hall to it, Hall–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 "...! 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,
A kingdom for it was too small a bound;
But now, two paces of the vilest earth
Isroom 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, j 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 1-
[He sees o, 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 sat a deer to-day,
Though many dearer, in this bloody fray:
Embowell'd will I see thee by and § ;
Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. Erit

Fal. [Rising slowly.) Embowell'd : 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

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

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 he rise, as well as I ? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore, sirrah, ision; 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. . John. But soft' whom have we here 7 Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead? P. Hen. I did; i saw him dead, breathless and bleedin Upon the ground.— Art thou alive 7 or is it ploy That plays upon our eye-sight? I pr’ythee, speak; We will not trust our eyes, without our ears:— Thou art not what thou seem'st. 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 o [Throwing the body down.], if our father will do me any fioso so; if not, let im 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. [.1 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. [Ereunt Prince Henry and Prince John. Fal. I’ll follow, as they . for reward. He that rewards me, God rewa 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. [Erit, bearing off the body.

SCE.NTE V.—Another t 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.— Ill-spirited Worcester!—did we not send grace, Pardon, and terms of love to all of you? And would'st thou turn our offers contrary?

(2) Salt. S F

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,
If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne
Betwixt our armies true intelligence.
Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to ;
And I embrace this fortune patiently,
Since not to be avoided it falls on me.
K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Wer-
non too :
Other offenders we will pause upon.—
[Ereunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded.
How goes the field 7
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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