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. 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 :Imbowel'd will I see thee by and by;

Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie.

[Exit the Prince.

FALSTAFF, rising slowly.

Fal. Imbowel'd! if thou imbowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder me, and eat me too, tomorrow. '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 sav'd my life. 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 kill'd him. Why may he not rise, as well as I? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore, sirrah,-(Stabs HOTSPUR)-with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me.

[Takes HOTSPUR on his back.

Enter HENRY, Prince of WALES, and Prince JOHN of LANCASTER.

P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast thou flesh'd

Thy maiden sword.

F

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 bleeding

On the ground.

Art thou alive? or is it fantasy

That plays upon our eye-sight? 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 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 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 believ'd, 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.
Trumpets sound a Retreat.

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 Princes HENRY and JOHN. Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, heaven 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 off HOTSPUR's body.

SCENE V.

King HENRY's Tent.

Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.

King HENRY, HENRY, Prince of WALES, Prince JOHN of LANCASTER, Earl of WESTMORELAND, with WORCESTER, VERNON, and others, Prisoners, Gentlemen, and Soldiers, discovered.

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 wouldst thou turn our offers contrary? 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 Vernon

too;

Other offenders we will pause upon.

[Exeunt WORCESTER, VERNON, and others, guarded. How goes the field?

P. Hen. The gallant 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.

P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you This honourable bounty shall belong :

Go to the Douglas, and deliver him

Up to his pleasure, ransomless and free:

His valour, shown upon our crests to-day,

Has taught us how to cherish such high deeds,
Even in the bosom of our adversaries.

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 far fair is done,
Let us not leave till all our own be won.
Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.

[Exeunt.

THE END.

Printed by S. GOSNELL, Little Queen Street, Holborn.

4

KING HENRY THE FOURTH,

(THE SECOND PART.)

A HISTORICAL PLAY,

REVISED BY

J. P. KEMBLE;

AND NOW FIRST PUBLISHED AS IT IS ACTED at

THE THEATRE ROYAL

IN

Covent Garden.

LONDON:

PRINTED FOR J. RIDGWAY, YORK STREET, ST. JAMES'S SQUARE;

AND SOLD IN THE THEATRE.

1804.

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