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They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my
[Dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee well,
5 Hotspur, in his last moments, endeavours to console himself. The glory of the prince wounds his thoughts; but thought, being dependent on life, must cease with it, and will soon be at an end. Life, on which thought depends, is itself of no great value, being the fool and sport of time; of time which, with all its dominion over sublunary things, must itself at last be stopped.—Johnson. So in Shakspeare's one hundred and sixth sonnet:
'Love's not Time's fool.' 6. Carminibus confide bonis-jacet ecce Tibullus;
Vix manet è toto parva quod urna capit.' - Ovid. ? His scarf, with which he covers Percy's face.
8 Thus the folio. The quartos read ignominy. Shakspeare writes the word ignomy in Troilus and Cressida, Act v. Sc. 3:
. Hence, broker lacquey! ignomy and shame.' And in Lord Cromwell, 1602:
. With scandalous ignomy and slanderous speeches.'
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. Erit.
Fal. [Rising slowly.] Embowelled ! if thou embowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder 10 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 he rise as well as I? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. There
9 To imbowell was the old term for embalming the body, as was usually done by those of persons of rank. Thus in Aulicus Coquinariæ, 1650:- The next day was solemnly appointed for imbowelling the corps, in the presence of some of the counsell, all the physicians, chirurgions, apothecaries, and the Palsgrave's physician.
fore, 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! 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 phantasy That plays upon our eyesight? 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 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 in 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,
gave him this wound in the thigh: if the man were alive, and would deny it, I would make him eat a piece of
P.John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard.
do thee grace,
Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back:
[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. HEN. and P. John. Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow
grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do.
[Exit, bearing off 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, pri
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? 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 Ver
non too: Other offenders we will pause upon.
[Exeunt Wor, and VERNON, guarded. How goes the field ?
P. Hen. The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when he
The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him,
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, Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds, Even in the bosom of our adversaries.
Lan. I thank your grace for this high courtesy, Which I shall give away immediately. K. Hen. Then this remains,—that we divide our
power. You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, Towards York shall bend
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.
1 The quarto of 1598 reads shown.