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And shew'd, thou mak'ft some tender of my life,
In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.

P. Henry. O heav'n! they did me too much injury, That ever said, I hearken'd for your

death.
If it were so, I might have let alone
Th' insulting 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 Gawley.

[Exit. S CE N E IX.

I

Enter Hot-spur. Hot. F I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.

P. Henry. Thou speak’st as if I would deny

my name. Hot. My name is Harry Percy.

P. Henry. Then I see
A
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 shall 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 crest I'll crop, to make a garland for my head. Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities, (Fight.

Enter Falstaff. Fal. Well said, Hal; to it, Hal. Nay, you shall 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 hast robbd me of my youth: I better brook the loss of brittle life, Than those proud Titles thou hast won of me; They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my

flesb : But thought's the flave 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 carthy 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 small a bound: But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough! this earth, that bares thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. If thou wert sensible of courtesy, I should not make so great a show of zeal. But let my favour hide thy mangled face, . And, ev’n in thy behalf, I'll thank my felf For doing these fair Rites of tenderness. Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heav'n; Thy ignominy sleep 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 struck so fat a Deer to-day, Though many a dearer in this bloody fray: Imbowell'd will I see thee by and by, Till then, in blood by poble Percy lie.

Exit. SCENE

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S CE N E X.

Falstaff rises. Fal. MBOWELL'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 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 perfee image of life, indeed. The better part of valour is discretion; in the which better part, I have laved

I am afraid of this gun-powder Percy, though he be dead. How if he should counterfeit too, and rile? I am afraid, he would prove-the better counterfeit; therefore I'll make him fure; yea, and I'll swear, I kill'd him. Why may not he rife as well as I? nothing confutes me but eyes, and no body sees me. Therefore, firrah, with a new wound in your thigh come you along with me.

(Takes Hot-spur on his back.

my life.

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Enter Prince Henry, and John of Lancaster. P. Henry. MOME, brother John, full bravely haft

thou hielt Thy maiden sword.

Lan. But soft! whom have we here?
Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead ?

P. Henry. I did, I saw him dead,
And breathless on the ground: art thou alive,
Or is it fancy plays upon our eye-fight?

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 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 assure

you. P. Henry. Why, Percy I kill'd myself, and saw ihee dead.

Fal. Did'st thou ? lord, lord, how the world is giv'n 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, 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 fword.

Lan. This is the strangelt Tale that e'er I heard.

P. Henry. 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.

[A retreat is founded. The trumpets sound 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 less; for I'll purge, and leave fack, and live cleanly, as a noble man should do.

(Exit.

SCENE

K. Henry. | Ill-spirited Worser, did we not send

S CE N E XII. The Trumpets sound: Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales,

Lord John of Lancaster, Earl of Westmorland, with Worcester and Vernon Prisoners.

HUS ever did Rebellion find rebuke.

. ,

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 flain to-day,
A noble Earl, and many a creature else,
Had been alive this hour,
If like a christian thou had'st 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. Henry. Bear Worcester to death, and Vernon too. Other offenders we will pause upon.

Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded.
How goes the field?
P. Henry. The gallant Scot, lord Dowglas, when he

saw
The fortune of the day quite turned 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 Dowglas is, and, I beseech your Grace,
I may dispose of him.

K. Henry. With all my heart.

P. Henry. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you This honourable bounty shall belong: Go to the Dowglas, and deliver him

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