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; [Dies. Prince Henry. For worms, brave Percy; Fare thee well, great heart!— Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! Is room enough.-This earth that bears thee dead, If thou wert sensible of courtesy, I should not make so dear a show of zeal :-- [He sees FALSTAFF on the ground. What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell! [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; 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: [A Retreat is sounded [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.- If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne 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, 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 Myself, and you, son Harry,-will towards Wales, [Exeunt |