And fhew'd, thou mak'ft fome tender of my life,
In this fair rescue thou haft brought to me.

P. Henry. O heav'n! they did me too much injury,
That ever faid, I hearken'd for your death.
If it were fo, I might have let alone

Th' infulting hand of Dowglas over you;
Which would have been as speedy in your end,
As all the pois'nous potions in the world,
And fav'd the treach'rous labour of your fon.

K. Henry. Make up to Clifton, I'll to Sir Nicholas
Gawfey.
[Exit.

Hot.

A

I

SCENE IX.

Enter Hot-fpur.

as

F I miftake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
P. Henry. Thou speak'ft as if I would deny
my name.

Hot. My name is Harry Percy.

P. Henry. Then I fee

very valiant Rebel of that 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 fhall it, Harry, for the hour is come
To end the one of us; and would to heav'n,
Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!
P. Henry. I'll make it greater, ere I
part
from thee;
And all the budding honours on thy creft
I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.
Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities,

Enter Falftaff.

[Fight.

Fal. Well faid, Hal; to it, Hal. Nay, you fhall

find no boy's play here, I can tell you.

Enter

Enter Dowglas, he fights with Falstaff, who falls down as if he were dead. The Prince kills Percy.

Hot. O, Harry, thou haft robb'd me of my youth: I better brook the loss of brittle life,

Than those proud Titles thou haft won of me;
They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword

flesh :

my

But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;
And time, that takes furvey of all the world,
Must have a flop. O, I could prophefy,
But that the earthy and cold hand of death,
Lies on my tongue: no, Percy, thou art duft,
And food for-

[Dies.

P. Henry. Worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well! Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A Kingdom for it was too fmall a bound: But now two paces of the vileft earth

Is room enough! this earth, that bares thee dead, Bears not alive fo ftout a gentleman.

If thou wert fenfible of courtesy,

I should not make so great a fhow of zeal.
But let my favour hide thy mangled face,
And, ev'n in thy behalf, I'll thank myfelf
For doing these fair Rites of tenderness.
Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heav'n;
Thy ignominy fleep with thee in the Grave,
But not remember'd in thy epitaph. [He fees Falstaff.
-What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh
Keep in a little life? poor Jack, farewel!
I could have better spar'd a better man.
Oh, I should have a heavy miss of thee,
If I were much in love with Vanity.
Death hath not ftruck fo fat a Deer to-day,
Though many a dearer in this bloody fray:
Imbowell'd will I fee thee by and by,
Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie.

[Exit. SCENE

Fal.

SCENE X.

Falstaff rifes.

MBOWELL'D !-if thou imbowel me to

I 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? 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 difcretion; 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.

OM E, brother John, full bravely haft

COM

P. Henry. thou fefht

Thy maiden fword.

Lan. But foft! whom have we here?

Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead?
P. Henry. I did, I faw him dead,

And breathlefs on the ground: art thou alive,
Or is it fancy plays upon our eye-fight?

I

I pr'ythee, fpeak, we will not truft our eyes Without our ears: thou art not what thou feem'ft.

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 myfelf, and faw 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 rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Sheabury ciock: 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 give 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.

Lan. This is the ftrangeft Tale that e'er I heard. P. Henry. This is the ftrangeft 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 happieft terms I have.

[A retreat is founded. The trumpets found retreat, the day is ours: Come, brother, let's to th' higheft 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 should do.

[Exit.

SCENE

SCENE XII.

The Trumpets found: Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancafter, Earl of Weftmorland, with Worcester and Vernon Prifoners.

K. Henry. T'Ill-fpirited Wor'fler, did we not fend

HUS ever did Rebellion find rebuke.

grace,

Pardon, and terms of love to all of you?
And would't thou turn our offers contrary?
Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?
Three Knights upon our party flain to-day,
A noble Earl, and many a creature else,
Had been alive this hour,

If like a christian thou had'ft truly borne
Betwixt our armies true intelligence.

Wor. What I have done, my fafety urg'd me to; And I embrace this fortune patiently,

Since not to be avoided it falls on me.

K. Henry. Bear Worcester to death, and Vernon too. Other offenders we will paufe upon.

[Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. How goes the field?

P. Henry. The gallant Scot, lord Dowglas, when he faw

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 Dowglas 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 Dowglas, and deliver him

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