And fhew'd, thou mak'ft fome tender of my life, P. Henry. O heav'n! they did me too much injury, Th' infulting hand of Dowglas over you; K. Henry. Make up to Clifton, I'll to Sir Nicholas Hot. A I SCENE IX. Enter Hot-fpur. as F I miftake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. 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, Two Stars keep not their motion in one sphere; Hot. Nor fhall it, Harry, for the hour is come 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; flesh : my But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; [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. [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? And breathlefs on the ground: art thou alive, 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? If like a christian thou had'ft truly borne 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, 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 Up |