But that the earthy and cold hand of death, [Dies. P. Henry. Worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well! Is room enough! this earth, that bears thee dead, If thou wert fenfible of courtefie, I should not make fo great a fhow of zeal. S C Falstaff rifes. [Exit. Fal. Imbowell'd!-if thou imbowel me to day, I'll give you leave to powder me, and eat me to morrow! 'Sblood, 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me fcot and lot too. Counterfeit ? 2 But let my favours hide thy mangled face,] We should read favour, face or countenance. He stooping down here to kifs Hot-Spur. 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 faved my life. I am afraid of this gun-powder Percy, though he be dead. How if he fhould counterfeit too, and rife? I am afraid, he would prove the better counterfeit; therefore I'll make him fure; yea, and I'll fwear, I kill'd him. Why may not he rife as well as I? nothing confutes me but eyes, and no body fees me. Therefore, firrah, with a new wound in your thigh come you along with me. [Takes Hot-fpur on his back. Enter Prince Henry, and John of Lancaster. P. Henry. Come, brother John, full bravely haft thou flesht Thy maiden fword. Lan. But foft! whom have we here? Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead? And breathlefs on the ground: art thou alive, Fal. No, that's certain; I am not a double man; but if I am not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack: there is Percy, if your father will do me any honour, fo; if not, let him kill the next Percy himself, I look either to be Earl or Duke, I can affure you. P. Henry. Why, Percy I kill'd my self, and saw thee dead. Fal. Did'ft thou? lord, lord, how the world is giv'n to lying! I grant you, I was down, and out of breath, and fo was he; but we rofe both at an inftant, and fought fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock: if I may be believed, fo; if not, let them, that should reward valour, bear the fin upon their own heads, I'll take't on 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 fword. Lan. This is the strangeft Tale that e'er I heard. P. Henry. This is the ftrangest 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 founded. The trumpets found retreat, the day is ours: Come, brother, let's to th' highest of the field, To see what friends are living, who are dead. [Exeunt. Fal. I'll follow, as they fay, for reward. He that rewards me, heav'n reward him! If I do grow great, I'll grow lefs; for I'll purge, and leave fack, and live cleanly, as a noble man fhould do. [Exit. The Trumpets found: Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancaster, Earl of Westmorland, with Worcester and Vernon Prisoners. ? K. Henry. Thus ever did Rebellion find rebuke. If like a chriftian thou had'ft truly borne Wor, What I have done, my fafety urg'd me to; And And I embrace this fortune patiently, K. Henry. Bear Worcester to death, and Vernon too, Other Offenders we will paufe upon. [Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. How goes the field? [law P. Henry. The gallant Scot, lord Dowglas, when he The fortune of the day quite turned from him, The noble Percy flain, and all his men Upon the foot of fear, fled with the reft; And, falling from a hill, he was fo bruis'd, That the purfuers took him. At my Tent The Douglas is, and, I befeech your Grace, I may difpofe of him. K. Henry. With all my heart. P. Henry. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you This honourable bounty fhall belong : Go to the Douglas, and deliver him Up to his pleasure, ranfomlefs and free: His valour, fhewn upon our crefts to day, Lan. I thank your Grace for this high courtesie, My felf and You, fon Harry, will tow'rds Wales, [Exeunt. 3 I thank your Grace, &c] These two lines added out of the frit Edition. Mr. Pope. The |