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stand so,

But stand against us like an enemy.

Too indirect for long continuance. Blunt. And God defend, but still I should Blunt. Shall I return this answer to the king?

Hot. Not so, sir Walter ; we'll withdraw awhile. So long as, out of limit, and true rule,

Go to the king; and let there be impawn'd
You stand against anointed majesty!

Some surety for a sase return again,
Bul, to ray charge.-The king hath sent to know And in the morning early shall mine uncle
The nature of your griefs ;' and whereupon Bring him our purposes: and so farewell.
You conjure from the breast of civil peace

Blunt. I would you would accept of grace and Such bulu hostility, ttaching this duteous land

love. Audacious cruelty: If that the king

Hot. And, may be, so we shall. Have any way your good deserts forgot,


Pray heaven, you do! Which he confesseth to be manifold, He bids you name your griefs ; and, with all speed SCENE IV:-York. A room in the archbishop's

house. You shall have your desires, with interest;

Enter the Archbishop of York, and a

And pardon absolute for yourself, and these,
Herein misled by your suggestion.

Arch. Hie, good sir Michael; bear this sealed Hol. The king is kind; and, well we know, the brief, king

With winged'haste, to the lord mareshal; Knows at what time to promise, when to pay. This to my cousin Scroop; and all the rest My father, and my uncle, and myself,

To whom they are directed: if you knew Did give him that same royalty he wears : How much they do import, you would make haste. And, when he was not six and twenty strong,

Gent. My good lord, Sick' in the world's regard, wretched and low,

I guess their lenor. A poor unminded outlaw sneaking home,


Like enough you do. My father gave him welcome to the shore: To-morrow, good sir Michael, is a day, And, when he heard him swear, and vow to God, Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men He came but to be duke of Lancaster,

Must bide the touch: For, sir, at Shrewsbury, To sue his livery,2 and beg his peace;

As I am truly given to understand, With tears of innocency, and terms of zeal,- The king, with mighty and quick-raised power, My father, in kind heart and pity mov’d,

Meets with lord Harry: and I fear, sir Michael,Swore him assistance, and perform'd it too. What with the sickness of Northumberland, Now, when the lords, and barons of the realm, (Whose power was in the first proportion) Perceiv'd Northumberland did lean to him, And what with Owen Glendower's absence, thence, The more and less came in with cap and knee ; (Who with them was a rated sinew too, Met him in boroughs, cities, villages;

And comes not in, o'er-rul'd by prophecies,) Altended him on bridges, stood in lanes,

I fear, the power of Percy is too weak Laid gifts before him, profter'd him their oaths, To wage an instant trial with the king. Gave him their heirs; as pages follow'd him, Gent. Why, good my lord, you need not fear; Even at the heels, in golden multitudes.

there's Douglas, He presently,-as greatness knows itself, And Mortimer. Steps me a little higher than his vow


No, Mortimer's not there. Made to my father, while his blood was poor, Gent. But there is Mordake, Vernon, lord Harry Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurg;

Percy, And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform And there's my lord of Worcester; and a head Some certain edicts, and some strait decrees, Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen. That lie too heavy on the commonwealth:

Arch. And so there is : but yet the king hath Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep

drawn Over his country's wrongs; and, by this face, The special head of all the land together ;This seeming brow of justice, did he win

The prince of Wales, lord John of Lancaster, The hearts of all that he did angle for.

The noble Westmoreland, and warlike Blunt; Proceeded further; cut me off the heads

And many more cor-rivals, and dear men Of all the favourites, that the absent king

or estimation and command in arms. In deputation left behind him here,

Genl. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well When he was personal in the Irish war.

oppos'd. Blunt. Tut, I came not to hear this.

Arch. I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear, Hot.

Then, to the point. And, to prevent the worst, sir Michael, speed : In short time after, he depos'd the king;

For, if lord Percy thrive not, ere the king Soon after that, depriv'd him of his life;

Dismiss his power, he means to visit us,And, in the neck of that, task'd the whole state: For he hath heard of our confederacy, To make that worse, sufferd his kinsman, March, And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him ; (Who is, if every owner were well plac'd, Therefore, make haste : I must go write again Indeed his king,) to be incag'd in Wales, To other friends; and so farewell, sir Michael. There without ransom to lie forfeited :

[Exe. severally. Disgrac'd me in my happy victories ; Sought to entrap me by intelligence ; Rated my uncle from the council-board ;

ACT V. In rage dismiss'd my father from the court; Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong: SCENERI - The king's camp near Shrewsbury. This head of safety; and, withal, to pry

of Lancaster, Sir Walter Blunt, and Sir John Into his title, the which we find


K. Hen. Ilow bloodily the sun begins to peer (1) Grievances. (2) The delivery of his lands. (3) The greater and the less. (4) Letter.

(5) A strength on which we reckoned.

Above yon busky' hill! the day looks pale By unkind usage, dangerous countenance,
At his distemperature.

And violation of all faith and troth
P. Hen.

The southern wind Sworn to us in your younger enterprise. Doth play the trumpet to his purposes ;

K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have articoAnd, by his hollow whistling in the leaves,

lated, Foretells a tempest, and a blustering day.

Proclaim'd al market-crosses, read in churches; K. Hen. Then with the losers let it sympathize; To face the garment of rebellion For nothing can seem foul to those thai win. With some fine colour, that may please the eye

of fickle changelings, and poor discontents, Trumpet. Enter Worcester and Vernon.

Which gape, and rub the elbow, at the news
How now, my lord of Worcester ? 'tis not well, or hurly-burly innovation :
That you and I should meet upon such terms And never yet did insurrection want
As now we meet : You have deceiv'd our trust; Such water-colours, to impaint his cause;
And made us doff our easy robes of peace, Nor moody beggars, starving for a time
To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel : of pell-mell havoc and consusion.
This is not well, my lord, this is not well.

P. Hen. lo both our armies, there is many a soul
What say you to't? will you again unknit Shall pay full dearly for this encounter,
This churlish knot of all-abhorred war?

If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew, And move in that obedient orb again,

The prince of Wales doth join with all ihe world Where you did give a fair and natural light; In praise of Henry Percy; By my hopes,And be no more an exhald meteor,

This present enterprise set of his head, A prodigy of fear, and a portent

I do not think, a braver gentleman, or broached mischief to the unborn times ? More active-valiant, or more valiant-young, Wor. Hear me, my liege:

More daring, or more bold, is now alive, For mine own parl, I could be well content To grace this latter age with noble deeds. To entertain the lag-end of my life

For my part, I may speak it to my shame, With quiet hours; for, I do protest,

I have a truant been to chivalry; I have not sought the day of this dislike.

And so, I hear, he doth account me too :
K. Hen. You have not sought for it! how comes Yet this before my father's majesty,
it then?

I am content, thai he shall take the odds
Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. of his great name and estimation ;
P. Hen. Peace, chewet, peace.

And will, to save the blood on either side,
Wor. It pleas'd your majesty, lo turn your looks Try fortune with him in a single fight.
Or favour, from myself, and all our house;

K. Hen. And, prince of Wales, so dare we tenAnd yet, I must remember you, my lord,

ture thee, We were the first and dearest of your friends. Albeit, considerations infinite For you, my staff of otfice did I break

Do make against it:-No, good Worcester, no, In Richard's time ; and posted day and night We love our people well; even those we love, To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand, That are misled upon your cousin's part: When yet you were in place and in account And, will they take the offer of our grace, Nothing so strong and fortunate as I.

Both he, and they, and you, yea, every man, It was myself, my brother, and his son,

Shall be my friend again, and I'll be his : That brought you home, and boldly did outdare So tell your cousin, and bring me word The dangers of the time: You swore to us, What he will do :-But if he will not yield, And you did swear that oath at Doncaster, Rebuke and dread correction wait on us, That you did nothing purpose 'rainst the state ; And they shall do their office. So, be gone; Nor claim no further than your new-fall’n right, We will not now be troubled with reply: The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster : We offer fair, take it advisedly. To this we swore our aid. But, in short space,

[Exeunt Worcester and Vernon. It rain'd down fortune showering on your head; P. Hen. It will not be accepted, on my life: And such a flood of greatness fell on you, - The Douglas and the Hotspur both togeiher What with our help, what with the absent king; Are confident against the world in arms. What with the injuries of a wanton time;

K. Hen. Hence, therefore, every leader to his The seeming sufferances that you had borne;

charge; And the contrarious winds, that held the king For, on their answer, will we set on them: So long in his unlucky Irish wars,

And God befriend us, as our cause is just! That all in England did repute him dead,

[Exeunt King, Blunt, and Prince John. And, from this swarm of fair advantages,

Fal. Hal, if thou see me down in the battle, and You took occasion to be quickly woo'd

bestride me, 80;. 'tis a point of friendship. To gripe the general sway into your hand : P. Hen. Nothing but a colossus can do thee that Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster;

friendship. Say thy prayers, and farewell. And, being fed by us, you us'd us so

Fal. I'would it were bed-lime, Hal, and all well. As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,

P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death. (Erit. Useth the sparrow: did oppress our nest;

Fal. 'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk,

him before his day. "What need I be so forward Tha: even our love durst not come near your sight, with him that calls not on me? Well

, 'tis no matFor fear of swallowing; but with nim! wing ter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour We were enforc'd, for safety sake, to fly

prick me off when I come on? how then ? Can Out of your sight, and raise this present head : honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm ? No. Or Whereby we stand opposed by such means take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour As you yourself have forg'd against yourself; hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honour?

A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is (1) Woody. (2) Put off. (3) A chattering bird, a pie.

(4) Exhibited in articles.

that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning!-Who hath Did hear a challenge urg'd more modestly, it? He that died o'Wednesday. Doth he feel it? Unless a brother should å brother dare No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then? To gentle exercise and proof of arms. Yen, to the dead. But will it not live with the He gave you all the duties of a man; living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it:- Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue ; therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutch- Spoke your deservings like a chronicle ; eon,' and so ends my catechism.

(Exil. Making you ever better than his praise,

By still dispraising praise, valued with you: SCENE II.The rebel camp. Enter Worcester And, which became him like a prince indeed, and Vernon.

He made a blushing citala of himself; Wor. O, no, my nephew must not know, sir And chid his truant youth with such a grace, Richard,

As if he master'd there a double spirit, The liberal kind offer of the king.

of teaching, and of learning, instantly. Ver. "Twere best he did.

There did he pause: But let me tell the world, Wor.

Then are we all undone. If he outlive the envy of this day, It is not possible, it cannot be,

England did never owe so sweet a hope, The king should keep his word in loving us ;

So much misconstrued in his wantonness. He will suspect us still, and find a time

Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamour'd To punish this offence in other faults:

Upon his follies; never did I hear Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes :

of any prince, so wild, at liberty :For treason is but trusted like the fox;

But, be he as he will, yet once ere night

I will embrace him with a soldier's arm,
Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd, and lock'd up,
Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.

That he shall shrink under my courtesy:-
Look how we can, or sad, or merrily,

Arm, arm, with speed :--And, se!lows, soldiers, Interpretation will misquote our looks ;

friends, And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,

Better consider what you have to do, The better cherish'd, still the nearer death.

Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue, My nephew's trespass may be well forgot,

Can list your blood up with persuasion.
It hath the excuse of youth, and heat of blood;

Enter a Messenger.
And an adopted name of privilege,-
A hair-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen:

Mess. My lord, here are letters for you.
All his offences live upon my head,

Hot. I cannot read them now,And on his father's ;-we did train him on;

O gentlemen, the time of life is short ; And, his corruption being ta'en from us,

To spend that shortness basely, were too long, We, as the spring of all, shall pay for all.

If life did ride upon a dial's point,

Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know,
In any case, the otier of the king.

An if we live, we live to tread on kings;
Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say, 'lis so.

Ir die, brave death, when princes die with us! Here comes your cousin.

Now for our conscience, the arms are fair,

When the intent of bearing them is just. Enter Hotspur and Douglas; and officers and soldiers, behind.

Enter another Messenger, Hol. My uncle is return'd:-Deliver up

Mess. My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace. My lord of Westmoreland.Uncle, what news?

Hot. I thank him, ihat he cuts me from my tale, Wor. The king will bid you battle presently.

For I profess not talking; Only thisDoug, Defy him by the lord of Westinoreland.

Let each man do his best : and here draw I Hot. Lord Douglas, go you and tell him $o.

A sword, whose temper I intend to stain

With the best blood that I can meet withal Doug. Marry, and shall, and very willingly.


In the adventure of this perilous day. Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the king.

Now,-Esperance !"-Percy !-and set on. Hot. Did you beg any? God forbid !

Sound all the lofty instruments of war, Wor. I told him gently or our grievances,

And by that music let us all embrace: of his oath-breaking ; which he mended thus - For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall By now forswearing that he is forsworn:

A second time do such a courtesy. He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge

(The trumpets sound. They embrace, With haughty arms this hateful name in us.

and exeunt.) Re-enter Douglas.

SCENE III.- Plain near Shrewsbury. Excur.

sions, and parties fighting. Alarum to the bat. Doug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms ! for I have

lle. "Then enter Douglas and Blunt, meeting. thrown A brave defiance in king Henry's teeth,

Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus And Westmoreland, that was engag'd, did bear it; Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on. Upon my head ? Wor. The prince of Wales stepp'd forth before Doug. Know then, my name is Douglas; the king,

And I do haunt thee in the battle thus, And, nephew, challeng'd you to single fight. Because some tell me that thou art a king.

Hot. O, 'would the quarrel lay upon our heads; Blunt. They tell thee true. And that no man might draw short breath to-day, Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath But I, and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me,

bought How show'd his tasking ? seemed it in contempt? Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, king Harry, Ver. No, by soul; I never in my life

This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee,

Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
(1) Painted heraldry in funerals.
(2) Recital. (3) Own.

(4) The motto of the Percy family.


K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to sir Nicholas

Blunl. I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot; |Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much:And thou shalt find a king that will revenge Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him. Lord Sla.lord's death.

P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. (They fight, and Blunt is slain. P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up, Enter Hotspur.

Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.

K. 'Hen. I will do so :Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holme- My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. don thus,

West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your rent I never had triúmph'd upon a Scot.

P. Hen. Lead me, my lord ? I do not need your Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless

help: lies the king.

And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive Hot. Where?

The prince of Wales from such a field as this; Doug. Here.

Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on, Hut. This, Douglas ? no, I know this face full And rebels' arms triumph in massacres ! well:

P. John. We breathe too long :-Come, cousie A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;

Westmoreland, Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.

Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come. Doug. Å fool go with thy soul, whither it goes !

(Ereuni Prince John and Westmoreland. A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear.

P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me,
Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king ?
Hl. The king hath many marching in his coats. I did not think thee lord of such a s oirit:

Douy. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats; Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John;
I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,

But now, I do respect thee as my soul.
Until I meet the king.

K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Piercy at the point, Hot.

Up, and away;
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. (Exeunt. Of such an ungrown warrior.

With lustier maintenance than I did look for
Olher alarums. Enter Falstaff.

P. Hen.

O, this boy Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, Lends mettle to us all! I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, but upon the

Alarums. Enter Douglas. pate.-Son! who art thou ? Sir Walter Blunt:there's honour for you: Here's no vanity! I am Doug. Another king ! they grow like Hydra's as hot as molten lead, and as heavy too: God keep

heads : lead out of me: I need no more weight than mine I am the Douglas, fatal to all those own bowels. I have led my raggamuffins where that wear those colours on them. What art thou, they are peppered : there's but three of my hundred That counterfeit'st the person of a king ? and fifty lefi alive; and they are for the town's end, K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves to beg during life. But who comes here?

at heart, Enter Prince Henry.

So many of his shadows thou hast met, P. Hen. What, stand'st thou idle here ? lend me Seek Percy, and thyself

, about the field :

And not the very king. I have two boys, thy sword :

But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily, Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff,

I will assay thee ; so defend thyself. Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,

Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit; Whose deaths are unreveng'd: Pr’ythee, lend thy And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king:

sword. Fal. O Hal, I prythee, give me leave to breathe And thus 'I win thee.

But mine, I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be, a while. --- Turk Gregory never did such deeds in

(They fight; the King being in danger, arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Percy,

enter Prince Henry. I have made him sure.

P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou P. Hen. He is, indeed; and living to kill thee.

art like Lend me thy sword, I pr’ythee.

Never to hold it up again! the spirits Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, or Shirly, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if it is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee ; thou wilt.

Who never promiseth, but he means to pav: P. Hen. Give it me: What, is it in the case ? Fil. Av, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will Cheerly, my lord; How fares your grace !

(They fight; Douglas fies. sack a city. (The Prince draws out a bottle of sack. And so hath Clifton; I'll to Clifton straight.

Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, P. Hen. What, is't a time to jest and dally now? (Throws it at him, and exit. Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion;'

K. Hen. Stay, and breathe awhile :Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If And show'd, thou mak'st some tender of my life, he do coine in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in this fair rescue thou has brought to me. in his, willingly, let him make a carbonado: of me.

P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much in I like not such grinning honour as sir Walter hath :

jury, Give me life : which if I can save, so ; if not, that ever said, I hearken'd for your death. honour comes unlooked for, and there's an end. If it were so, I might have let alone

(Exit. The insulting hand of Douglas over you , SCENE IV.-Another part of the field. Alarums. Which would have been as speedy in your end,

Ercursions. Enter the King, Prince Henry, As all the poisonous potions in the world,
Prince John, and Westmoreland.

And sav'd ihe treacherons labour of your son: K. Hen. I pr’ythee,

Gawsey. (1) In resemblance. (2) A piece of meatcut crosswise for the gridiron.

(s) Reputation.

[Eril King Henry.


my flesh :

Enter Hotspur.

| life of a man: but to counterfeit dying, when a

man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. true and perfect image of life indeed. The better P. Hen. T':ou speak’st as if I would deny my part of valour is-discretion ; in the which better Hot. My name is Harry Percy.

part, I have saved my life. Zounds, I am afraid

of this gunpowder Percy, though he be dead : P. Heni.

Why, then I see How, if he should counterfeit too, and rise ? I am A very valiant rebel of the name.

afraid he would prove the better counterfeil. ThereI am ihe prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,

fore I'll make him sure: yea, and I'll swear I killTo share me in glory any more:

ed him. Why may not be rise, as well as I ? I wo stars keep not their motion in one sphere;

Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees Nor can one England brook a double reign,

me. Therefore, sirrah, (Stabbing him.) with'a new Of Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales.

wound in your thigh, come you along with me. Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come

(Takes Hotspur on his back. To end the one of us ; And would to God, Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!

Re-enter Prince Henry and Prince John. P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee; P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast And all the budding honours on ihy crest

thou flesh'd l'll crop, to make a garland for my head.

Thy maiden sword, Hut. I can no longer brook thy vanities.

P. John. But soft! whom have we here?

[ They fight. Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead ? Enter Falstaff.

P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless and Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you shall Upon the ground.

bleeding find no boy's play here, I can tell you.

Art thou alive? or is it phantasy Enter Douglas ; he fights with Falstaff, who falls That plays upon our eye-sight? I pr’ythec, speak; down as if he were dead, and exit Douglas. Hot-We will not trust our eyes, without our ears:

Thou art not what thou seem'st. spur is wounded, and falls.

Fal. No, that's certain ; I am not a double man. Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb’d me of my youth: but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. I better brook the loss of brittle life,

There is Percy: [Throwing the body down.) if Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; your father will do me any honour, so; if not, let They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either

earl or duke, I can assure you. But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;

P. Hen. Why, Percy skilled myself, ard saw And time, that takes survey of all the world,

thee dead. Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy,

Fal. Didst thou?-Lord, lord, how this world is But that the earthy and cold hand of death

given to lying!-- grant you, I was down, and out Lies on my tongue:-No, Percy, thou art dust,

of breath; and so was he: but we rose both at an And food for

[ Dies. instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee clock.'! I may be believed, so; if not, let them, well, great heart!

that should reward valour, bear the sin ipon their Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk!

own heads. I'll take it upon my death, I gave When that this body did contain a spirit,

him this wound in the thigh: if the man we re A kingdom for it was too small a bound;

alive, and would deny it, I would make him eal a But now, two paces of the vilest earth

piece of my sword. Is room enough:- This earth, that bears thee dead,

P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I. Biars nol alive so stout a gentleman.

heard. I thou wert sensible of couriesy,

P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother: I should not make so dear a show of zeal :

John.But let my favours' bide thy mangled face;

Comc, bring your luggage nobly on your back: And, ever in thy behalf, I'll thank myself

For my pari, if a lie may do thee grace, For doing these fair rites of tenderness.

I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!

(A relreat is sounded. Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours. Buí not remember'd in thy epitaph![He sees Falstaff on the ground. To see whal friends are living, who are dead.

Come, brother. let's to the highest of the field, What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh

(Exeunt Prince Henry and Prince John. Keep in a little life ? Poor Jack, farewell!

Fal. I'll follow, as they sav, for reward. He I could have better spar'd a better man.

that rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow 0, I should have a heavy miss of thee,

great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, It'I were much in love with vanity. Death hath not struck so lit a deer to-day,

and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do.

(Eril, bearing off the body. Though many dearer, in this bloody fray: Embowell'd will I see thee by and by;

SCENE V. --Another part of the field. The Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. (E.ri!. trunpets suund. Enter King Henry, Prince

Fal. (Rising skoly:) Embowell'd! If thou em Il n'v, Prince John, Westmoreland, and others bowel me to-duy, I'll give you leave to powder? me, with Worcester, and Vernon, prisoners. and eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot terma rant Scot had paid K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no Hi-spirited Worcester!-did we not send grace, counterfeit : To die, is to be a counterfeit ; for he Pardon, and terms of love to all of you ? is but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the And woulu'st thou turn our oflers contrary? (1) Scarf with which he covers Percy's face.

(2) Salt,

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