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as I have done this day. 3 I have paid Percy, I have made him fure.

P. Henry. He is, indeed, and living to kill thee: I pr'ythee, lend me thy fword.

Fal. Nay, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'ft not my fword; but take my piftol, if thou wilt.

P. Henry. Give it me.
Fal. Ay, Hal, 'tis hot.

city.

What, is it in the cafe?
There's that will 4 fack a

and finds it a bottle of fack.

[The prince draws it out, P. Henry. What, is it a time to jeft and dally now? [Throws it at him, and exit.

Fal. 5 If Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do come in my way, fo; if he do not, if I come in his, willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like not fuch grinning honour as Sir Walter hath give

furmounted almoft invincible obftacles to deprive the emperor of his right of inveftiture of bifhops, which his predecefors had long attempted in vain. Fox, in his hiftory, had made this Gregory fo odious, that I don't doubt but the good Protestants of that time were well pleased to hear him thus characterized, as uniting the attributes of their two great enemies, the Turk and Pope, in one. WARBURTON.

3 I have paid Percy, I have made him fure.

P. Henry. He is, indeed, and, &c.] The prince's anfwer, which is apparently connected with Falstaff's laft words, does not cohere fo well as if the knight had said,

I have made him fure; Percy's fafe enough.

Perhaps a word or two like these may be loft. JOHNSON. fack a city.] A quibble on the word fack.

JOHNSON.

If Percy be alive, I'll pierce him.] Certainly, he'll pierce bim, i. e. Prince Henry will, who is just gone out to seek him. Befides, I'll pierce him, contradicts the whole turn and humour of the fpeech. WARBURTON.

I rather take the conceit to be this. To pierce a vessel is to tap it. Falstaff takes up his bottle which the prince had toffed as his head, and being about to animate himself with a draught, cries, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him, and fo draws the cork. I do not propofe this with much confidence. JOHNSON.

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a carbonado of me.] A carbonado is a piece of meat cut cross-wife for the gridiron. JOHNSON.

VOL. V.

me

me life, which if I can fave, fo: if not, honour comes unlook'd for, and there's an end.

SCENE IV.

[Exit.

Alarm, excurfions. Enter the king, the prince, lord John of Lancaster, and the earl of Westmorland.

K. Henry. Harry, withdraw thyfelf; thou bleed'it too much:

Lord John of Lancafter, go you with him.
Lan. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
P. Henry. I befeech your majefty, make up,
Left your retirement do amaze your friends.
K. Henry. I will do fo.--

My lord of Weftmorland, lead him to his tent.
Weft. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your tent.
P. Henry. Lead me, my lord! I do not need your

help;

And heaven forbid, a fhallow fcratch fhould drive
The prince of Wales from fuch a field as this,
Where ftain'd nobility lies trodden on,

And rebels arms triumph in maffacres !

Lan. We breathe too long. Come, coufin Weft

morland,

Our duty this way lies; for heaven's fake, come.

[Exeunt P. John and Weft.

P. Henry. By heaven, thou haft deceiv'd me, Lan

cafter;

I did not think thee lord of fuch a fpirit:
Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John;
But now, I do refpect thee as my foul.

K. Henry, I faw him hold lord Percy at the point,

With luftier maintenance than I did look for

Of fuch an ungrown warrior.

P. Henry. Oh, this boy

Lends mettle to us all!

[Exit.

Enter

Enter Douglas.

Doug. Another king!-they grow, like Hydra's

heads.

I am the Douglas, fatal to all thofe

That wear thofe colours on them.- What art thou,
That counterfeit'ft the perfon of a king?

K. Henry. The king himfelf; who, Douglas, grieves
at heart,

So many of his fhadows thou haft met,
And not the very king. I have two boys
Seek Percy and thyfelf about the field:
But, feeing thou fall'ft on me fo luckily,
I will affay thee; fo defend thyfelf.

Doug. I fear, thou art another countefeit:"
And yet, in faith, thou bear'ft thee like a king:
But mine, I am fure, thou art, whoe'er thou be,
And thus I win thee.

[They fight, the king being in danger.

Enter prince Henry.

P. Henry. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like

Never to hold it up again! the fpirits

Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms.
It is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee;
Who never promifeth, but he means to pay.

[They fight, Douglas flyeth.
Chearly, my lord; how fares your grace?
Sir Nicholas Gawfey hath for fuccour fent,
And fo hath Clifton: I'll to Clifton ftrait.

K. Henry. Stay, and breathe a-while:-
Thou haft redeem'd thy loft opinion;
And fhew'd, thou mak'ft fome tender of my life,
In this fair rescue thou haft brought to me.

P. Henry. O heaven! they did me too much injury,
That ever faid, I hearken'd for your death.

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If it were fo, I might have let alone
The infulting hand of Douglas over you;
Which would have been as speedy in your end,
As all the poisonous potions in the world,
And fav'd the treacherous labour of your fon.
K. Henry. Make up to Clifton, I'll to Sir Nicholas
Gawley.
[Exit.

Enter Hotspur.

Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
P. Henry. Thou fpeak'ft as if I would deny my

name.

Hot. My name is Harry Percy.
P. Henry. Why, then I fee

A very valiant rebel of that name.

I am the prince of Wales: and think not, Percy,
To fhare with me in glory any more.

Two ftars 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 heaven,
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 Falstaff.

[Fight.

Fal. Well faid, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you fhall find no boy's play here, I can tell you.

Enter Douglas, be fights with Falstaff, who falls down as if he were dead. Percy is wounded, and falls.

Hot. O, Harry, thou haft robb'd me of

my youth:

I better brook the lofs of brittle life,

Than

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

flesh :

But thought's the flave of life, and life time's fool;
And time, that takes furvey of all the world,
Must have a stop. 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. For worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well, great heart!

3 Ill-weav❜d ambition, how much art thou shrunk! When that this body did contain a spirit,

9 A kingdom for it was too fmall a bound: But now, two paces of the vileft earth

Is room enough. This earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive fo ftout a gentleman.

If thou wert fenfible of courtesy,

I should not make fo great a fhow of zeal :

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But let my favours hide thy mangled face, And, even in thy behalf, I thank myself.

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thofe proud titles thou hast won of me;

They wound my thoughts,

But thought's the flave of life, and life time's fool;

And timemust have a flop.] Hotfpur in his last moments endeavours to confole himself. The glory of the prince wounds his thoughts; but thought, being dependent on life, muft ceafe with it, and will foon be at an end. Life, on which thought depends, is itself of no great value, being the fool and fport of time; of time, which, with all its dominion over fublunary things, muft itself at last be stopped. JOHNSON.

Il-weav'd ambition, &c.] A metaphor taken from cloth, which fhrinks when it is ill-weav'd, when its texture is loofe. JOHNSON.

9 A kingdom, &c.]

Carminibus confide bonis-jacet ecce Tibullus

Vix manet e toto parva quod urna capit. Ovid. JOHNSON. But let my favours hide thy mangled face,] We fhould read favour, face or countenance. He stooping down here to kifs Hotfpur. WARBURTON.

He rather covers his face with a scarf, to hide the ghaftliness of death. JOHNSON.

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