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Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. [They fight.
as if he were dead, and exit DOUGLAS. HOTSPUR is
Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robbed me of my youth.
[Dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well, great
[He sees FALSTAFF on the ground.
[Erit. 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
'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; 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 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, 80; 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. P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother John.
Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back:
do thee grace, I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.
[A retreat is sounded. The trumpet sounds retreat; the day is ours. Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field, To see what friends are living, who are dead.
[Exeunt P. HEN. and P. Joun. 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.
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.
P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you This honorable bounty shall belong. Go to the Douglas, and deliver him Up to his pleasure, ransomless, and free. His valor, shown upon our crests today, Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds, Even in the bosom of our adversaries.
K. Hen. Then this remains,—that we divide our power.You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest speed, To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop, Who, as we hear, are busily in arms. Myself, - and you, son Harry, will towards Wales To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March. Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, Meeting the check of such another day; And since this business so fair is done, Let us not leave till all our own be won. [Exeunt.