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Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. [They fight.
Enter FALSTAFF. Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. Enter DOUGLAS; he fights with FALSTAFF, who falls down
as if he were dead, and exit DOUGLAS. HOTSPUR is wounded, and falls."
Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robbed 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 flesh:But thought's the slave 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 earthy and cold hand of death Lies on my tongue.- No, Percy, thou art dust, And food for —
[Dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well, great
heart! Ill-weaved 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 bears thee dead, . Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. If thou wert sensible of courtesy, I should not make so dear a show of zeal:But let my favors hide thy mangled face; And, even in thy bebalf, I'll thank myself For doing these fair rites of tenderness. Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to Heaven! Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remembered in thy epitaph ! :
[He sees FALSTAFF on the ground. What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell ! I could have better spared a better man. 0, 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 dearer, in this bloody fray.Embowelled will I see thee by and by; Till then, in blood, by noble Percy lie.
[Exit. Fal. [Rising slowly.] Embowelled ! if thou embowel me VOL. II.-30
to-day, I'll give you leave to powder me, and eat me too, 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 perfect image of life indeed. The better part of valor is — discretion; in the which better part, I have saved my life.. 'Zounds, I am afraid of this gunpowder Percy, though he be dead. How, if he should counterfeit too, and rise ? I am afraid he would prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll make him sure; yea, and I'll swear I killed him. Why may not he rise as well as I ? Nothing confutes me. but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore, sirrah, (stabbing him,] with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me.
[Takes Hotspur on his back. Re-enter Prince Henry and PRINCE JOHN. P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast thou fleshed Thy maiden sword.
P. John. But, soft! whom have we here? Did you not tell me this fat man was dead ?
P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless and bleeding, On the ground. · Art thou alive? or is it phantasy
That plays upon our eyesight? I pr’ythee, speak;
Fal. No, that's certain ; I am not a double man; but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is Percy; [throwing the body down ;] if your father will do me any honor, so; if not, let him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either earl or duke, I can assure you.
P. Hen. Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw thee dead.
Fal. Didst thou ? — Lord, Lord, how this world is given 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, $0; if not, let them that should reward valor, bear the sin upon their own heads. I'll take it upon my death, I gave 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.
P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard.
Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back:
[A retreat is sounded.
[Exeunt P. HEN. and P. John. Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do.
[Exit, bearing off the body.
SCENE V. Another Part of the Field. The Trumpets
sound. Enter King HENRY, PRINCE HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, WEST
MORELAND, and others, with WORCESTER and VERNON, prisoners.
K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.-
Wor. What I have done, my safety urged me to;
K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon too. Other offenders we will pause upon.
[Exeunt Wor, and VERNON, guarded. How goes the field?
P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, 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 bruised, That the pursuer took him. At my tent The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace, I may dispose of him. K. Hen.
With all my heart.
lders we willester to the me
P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you
K. Hen. Then this remains,—that we divide our power.-