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as I have done this day. 3 I have paid Percy, I have made him sure. .
P. Henry. He is, indeed, and living to kill thee: I prythee, lend me thy sword.
Fal. Nay, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.
P. Henry. Give it me. What, is it in the case ?
Fal. Ay, Hal, 'tis hot. There's that will 4 fack a city.
[The prince draws it out, and finds it a bottle of fack. P. Henry. What, is it a time to jest 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, so; if he do not, if I come in his, willingly, let him make 6 a carbonado of me. I like not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath : give
come in my Percy be alive! Throzes it cand dally neck
surmounted almost invincible obstacles to deprive the emperor of his right of investiture of bishops, which his predecessors had long attempted in vain. Fox, in his history, had made this Gregory so 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. s I have paid Percy, I have made him sure.
P. Henry. He is, indeed, and, &c.] The prince's answer, which is apparently connected with Falstaff's last words, does not cohere lo well as if the knight had said,
· I have made him sure ; Percy's safe enough. Perhaps a word or two like these may be lost. JOHNSON. 4 fack a city.) A quibble on the word fack..
JOHNSON. s 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. Besides, I'll pierce him, contradicts the whole turn and humour of the speech. 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 tofled as his head, and being about to animate himself with a draught, cries, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him, and so draws the cork. I do not propose this with much confidence. JOHNSON.
La carbonado of me.] A carbonado is a piece of meat cut cross-wise for the gridiron. JOHNSON.
me life, which if I can save, fo: if not, honour comes unlook'd for, and there's an end.
John of Lancaster, and the earl of Westmorland.
Len. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
P. Henry. I beseech your majesty, make up,
K. Henry. I will do so.
Weft. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your tent. * P. Plenery. Lead me, my lord! I do not need your
i help; And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive . The prince o: Wales from such a field as this, Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on, And rebels arms triumph in massacres ! Lan. We breathe too long. Come, cousin West
morland, Our duty this way lies; for heaven's fake, come.
(Exeunt P.John and Wef. P. Henry. By heaven, thou haft deceiv'd me, Lan
K. Henry, I faw him hold lord Percy at the point,
P. Henry. Oh, this boy
Enter Douglas. Dodig. Another king!--they grow, like Hydra's
Doug. I fear, thou art another countefeit:'
[They fight, the king being in danger.
Enter princé Henry.
[They fight, Douglas flyeth.
K. Henry. Stay, and breathe a-while:-
P. Henrý. O heaven! they did me too much injury, That ever said, I hearken'd for your death.
If it were so, I might have let alone
P. Henry. Why, then I see
Hot. Nor shall it, Harry; for the hour is come
P. Henry. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee;
Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. [Figbt.
Enter Falstaff. Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you shall 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 hast robb’d me of my youth: I better brook the loss of brittle life,
Than 9 those proud titles thou hast won of me;
Dies. P. Henry. For worms, brave Percy. Eare thee well,
great heart ! 8 Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! When that this body did contain a spirit, 9 A kingdom for it was too small a bound: But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough. This earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive fo stout a gentleman. If thou wert sensible of courtesy, I should not make so great a show of zeal: * But let my favours hide thy mangled face, And, even in thy behalf, I thank myself.
7 - those proud titles thou hast won of me;
They wound my thoughts,
And time- must have a stop.] Hotspur in his last mo. ments endeavours to console himself. The glory of the prince wounds his thoughts; but thought, being dependent on life, must ceale with it, and will soon be at an end. Lije, on which thought depends, is itself of no great value, being the fool and sport of time ; of time, which, with all its dominion over sublunary things, must itself at last be stopped. JOHNSON.
8 Il-weav'd ambition, &c.) A metaphor taken from cloth, which shrinks when it is ill-weav’d, when its texture is loose.
JOHNSON. 9 A kingdom, &c.]
Carminibus confide bonis jacet ecce Tibullus · Vix manet e toto parva quod urna capit. Ovid. JOHNSON. · Bur let my favours hide thy mangled face,] We Mouid read farour, face or countenance. He itooping down here to kiss Hotspur. WARBURTON.
He rather covers his face with a scarf, to hide the ghaftliness of death. JOHNSON. Z 3