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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. Prince Henry. For worms, brave Percy; Fare thee well, great heart!—

Ill-weav'd 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 favours1 hide thy mangled face;
And, even in thy behalf, 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 remember'd 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 spar'd a better man.
O, 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:—
Embowell'd will I see thee by and by;
Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie.

[Exit. Falstaff [Rising slowly.] Embowelled! if thou embowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder2 me, and eat me too, to-morrow. 'Twas time to counterteit, or

Scarf, with which he covers Percy's face.

2 Salt.

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 valour is discretion; in the which better part, I have saved my life. 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.

Prince Henry. Come, brother John, full bravely hast thou flesh'd

Thy maiden sword.

Prince John.

Did

But, soft! whom have we here?

you not tell me, this fat man was dead?

Prince Henry. I did; I saw him dead, breathless and bleeding

Upon 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.

Falstaff. 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 honour, so; if not, let him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either earl, or duke, I can assure you. Prince Henry. Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw thee dead.

Falstaff. 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, so; if not, let them, that should reward valour, 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.

Prince John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard.

Prince Henry. This is the strangest 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 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 PRINCE HENRY and PRINCE JOHN. Falstaff. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, heaven reward him! If I do grow great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live 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, WESTMORELAND, and others; with WORCESTER and VERNON, Prisoners.

King Henry. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.-
Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace,
Pardon, and terms of love to all of you?
And wouldst thou turn our offers contrary?
Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?
Three knights upon our party slain to-dav,
A noble earl, and many a creature eise,
Had been alive this hour,

If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne
Betwixt our armies true intelligence.

Worcester. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to And I embrace this fortune patiently.

Since not to be avoided it falls on me.

King Henry. Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon too :

Other offenders we will pause upon.

[Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guardea.

How goes the field?

Prince Henry. The noble Scot lord Douglas, when he

saw

The fortune of the day quite turn'd 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 bruis'd,
That the pursuers took him. At my tent
The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace,
I may dispose of him.

King Henry.

With all my heart.

Prince Henry. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you, This honourable bounty shall belong:

Go to the Douglas, and deliver him

Up to his pleasure, ransomeless and free:

His valour shown upon our crests to-day,

Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds,

Even in the bosom of our adversaries.

King Henry. 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

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