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Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes !
A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear.
Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?

Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats.
Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;
I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
Until I meet the king.

Up, and away; Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. [Exeunt.

Other Alarums. Enter FALSTAFF. Fal. Though I could ’scape shot-free at London, I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, but upon the pate.-Soft! who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt :-there's honour for you: Here's no vanityS-I am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead out of me! I need no more weight than mine own bowels.--I have led my raggamuffins where they are peppered : there's but three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and they are for the town's end, to beg during life. But who comes here?

Enter PRINCE HENRY. P. Hen. What, standest thou idle here? lend me thy

sword : Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff, Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies, Whose deaths are unreveng'd: Prythee, lend thy sword.

Fal. O Hal, I pr’ythee, give me leave to breathe awhile.-Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him sure.

P. Hen. He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. Lend me thy sword, I pr’ythee.

Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Perey be alive, thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.

P. Hen. Give it me: What, is it in the case?

Fal. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'lis hot; there's that will sack a city.

[The Prince draws out a Bottle of Sack.

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P. Hen. What, is't a time to jest and dally now?

[Throws it at him, and exit. Fal. Well, 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 a carbonado of me. I like not such grinning honour as sir Walter hath : Give me life: which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes anlooked for, and there's an end.


SCENE IV. Another part of the Field. Alarums: Excursions. Enter the KING, PRINCE


K. Hen. I pr’ythee,
Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much:-
Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.

P.John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.

P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up,
Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.

K. 'Hen. I will do so :-
My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.

West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your tent.

P. Hen. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help: And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive The prince of Wales from such a field as this; Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on, And rebels' arms triumph in massacres! P. John. We breathe too long :-Come, cousin West

moreland, Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come.

[Exeunt Prince John and Westmoreland.
P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, Lan-
I did not think thee lord of such a spirit: (caster,
Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John;
But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point,
With lastier maintenance than I did look for
Of such an ungrown warrior.
P. Hen.

0, this boy Lends mettle to us all!


Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS.
Doug. Another kiug! they grow like Hydra's heads:
I am the Douglas, fatal to all those
That wear those colours on them.- What art thou,
That counterfeit'st the person of a king?
K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at

So many of his shadows thou hast met,
And not the very king. I have two boys,
Seek Percy, and thyself, about the field:
But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily,
I will assay thee; so defend thyself.

Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit;
And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king:
But mine, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be,
And thus I win thee.
[They fight; the King being in danger, enter

Prince Henry. P. Hen. Hold up thy bead, vile Scot, or thou art like Never to hold it up again! the spirits Of Shirley, Stafford, Blant, are in my arms: It is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee; Who never promiseth, but he means to pay.

[They fight; Douglas flies.
Cheerly, my lord; How fares your grace?-
Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent,
And so hath Clifton; I'll to Clifton straight.

K. Hen. Stay, and breathe awhile :-
Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion;
And show'd, thou mak'st some tender of my life,
In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.

P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much injury,
That ever said, I hearkend for your death.
If it were so, I might have let alone
The insulting hand of Douglas over you;
Which would have been as speedy in your end,
As all the poisonous potions in the world,
And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son.
K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to sir Nicholas

[Erit King Henry.

Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Hårry Monmouth.
P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name.
Hot. My name is Harry Percy.
P. Hen.

Why, then I see
A very valiant rebel of the name.
I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,
To share with me in glory any more:
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere;
Nor can one Èngland brook a double reign,
Of Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales.

Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come
To end the one of us; And 'would to God,
Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!

Þ. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee;
And all the budding honours on thy crest

to make a garland for my head.
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 robb’d 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 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 earthly 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! Il-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrank!



When that this body did contain a spirit,
A kingdom for it was too small a bound;
But now, two 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,

should not make so dear a show of zeal:-
But let my favours hide thy mangled face ;
And, even in thy behalf, l'il thank myself
For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
Thy ignomy sleep with thee in the
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. 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, Thongh many dearer, in this bloody fray Embowellid will I see thee by and by; Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. [Exit.

Fal. [Rising slowly] Embowelled ! if thou embowel me 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 Jot 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. 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 sare: 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,

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