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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. Henry. What, ftand'it thou idle here ? lend me

thy sword ;
Many a noble man lies stark and fiff
Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies ;
Whose deaths are unrevengd. Lend me thy sword.

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

P. Henry. He is, indeed, and living to kill thee: I pr’ythce, lend me thy sword.

Fal. Nay, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get't not my fword: but take my pistol, if thou wilt.

P. Henry. Give it me: what, is it in the case ?
Fal. Ay, Hal, 'tis hot. There's that will fack a city.

[The Prince drarus out a bottle of fack. P. Henry. What, is it a time to jest and dally now?

[Throws it at him, and Exit. Fal. Jf Percy be alive, I'll pierce him; if he do come in my way, fo; 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, fo; if not, honour comes unlook'd for, and there's an end.

[Exit. Alarum, Excursions. Enter the King, the Prince, Lord

John of Lancaster, and the Earl of Westmorland. K. Henry. I prythee, Harry, withdraw thy felf, thou bleedest too much: Lord fohn of Lancaster, go you with him.

Lan. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.

P. Henry. I do beseech your Majesty make up, Left your

retirement do amaze your friends. K. Henry. I will do so : My lord of Westmorland, lead him to his Tent.


Weft. Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your Tent.

P. Henry. Lead me, my lord ! I do not need your help;
And heav'n 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 !

Lan. We breathe too long; come, cousin Westmorland, Our duty this way lies ; for heav'n's fake, come.

P. Henry. By heav'n, thou hast deceiv'd me, Lancaster,
I did not think thee lord of such a spirit :
Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, fobn;
But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

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

P. Henry. Oh, this boy
Lends mettle to us all.

Manet King Henry. Enter Dowglas.
Dowg. Another King? they grow, like Hydra's heads:
I am the Dowglas, fatal to all those
That wear those colours on them. What art thou,
That counterfeit'st the person of a King ?
K. Henry. The King himself, who, Dowglas, grieves

at heart,
So many of his shadows thou hast met,
And not the very King. I have two boys
Scek Percy and thy self about the field;
But seeing thou fall'ft on me. so luckily,
I will affay thee : fo defend thy felf.

Dorug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit ;
And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a King ::
But mine, l'm sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be,
And thus I win thee.

[They fight: the King being in danger.

Enter Prince Henry,
P. Henry. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art

Never to hold it up again : the Spirits


Chearly, my

lord ;

Of Sherly, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms ;
It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee,
Who never promiseth, but means to pay.

[They fight, Dowglas flyeth.

how fares your Grace ? Sir Nicholas Gawley hath for succour sent, And so hath Clifton: I'll to Clifton ftrait.

K. Henry. Stay, and breathe a while;
Thou hast redeem'd my loft opinion,
And shew'd, thou mak'tt some tender of my life,
In this fair rescue thou hart brought to me.

P. Henry. O heav'n! they did me too much injury,
That ever said, I hearken’d for your death.
If it were so, I might have let alone
Th’insulting hand of Dowglas over you ;
Which would have been as speedy in your end,
As all the pois'nous potions in the world,
And fav'd the treach'rous labour of


son. · K. Henry. Make up to Clifton, I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawley.

Enter Hot-{pur.
Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
P. Henry. Thou speak'it as if I would deny my name.
Hot. My name is Harry Percy.

P. Henry. Then I see
A very valiant Rebel of that 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 Englond 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 heav'n,
Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!

P. Henry. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee; And all the budding honours on thy creft I'll crop, to make a garland for my head. . Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. [Fight.


Enter Falstaff. Fal. Well said, Hal: to it, Hal. Nay, you shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you.

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Enter Dowglas, be fights with Falstaff, who falls down

as if he were dead. The Prince kills Percy. 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 flesh:: But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fools And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop. O, I could prophesie, But that the earthy and cold hand of death, Lyes on my tongue : no, Percy, thou art duft, And food for

P. Henry. Worms, brave Percy. Fare. thee well !
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 vileft earth
Is room enough! this earth, that bears thee dead,
Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
If thou wert fenfible of courtesie;
Ishould not make so great a show of zeal.
But let my favours hide thy mangled fáce,
And, ev'n in, thy behalf; i'lt thank my self
For doing these fair Rites of tenderness. .
Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heav'n;
Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the Grave,
But not remember'à in thy epitaph. (He fees Falstaff. .

What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh
Keep in a little life? poor fack, farewel!
I could have better spar'da better man.
Oh, I should have a heavy miss of thee,
If I were much in love with Vanity.
Death hath not ftruck so fat a Deer to day, .
Though many a dearer in this bloody fray:



Imbowell'd will I see thee by and by,
Till then, in blood by noble Percy lye.


Falstaff rises. Fal. Imbowell'd!-- if thou imbowel me to day, I'll give you leave to powder me, and eat me to morrow! Sblood, 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me fcot and lot too. Counterfeit ? I lie, I am no counterfeit; to die, is to be a counter. feit; 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 faved my life. I am afraid of this gun-powder Percy though he be dead. How if he fhould counterfeit too, and rise? I am afraid, he would prove the better coun. terfeit; therefore I'll make him fure; yea, and I'll swear, I kill'd him. Why may nat he rise as well as I ? nothing confutes me but eyes, and no body sees me. Therefore, firrah, with a new wound in your thigh come you along with me. [Takes Hot-spur on his back.

Enter Prince Henry, and John of Lancaster. P. Henry. Come, brother John, full bravely haft thou:

Thy maiden fword.

Lan. But soft! whom have we here?
Did not you tell me, this fat man was dead ?

P. Henry. I did, I faw him dead,
And breathless on the ground : art thou alive,
Or is it fancy plays upon our eye-fight?
I pr’ythee, speak, we will not trust our eyes
Without our ears: thou art not what thou seem'ft.

Fal. No, that's certain ; I am not a double man ; but if I am not Jack Falftaff, then am I a fack: there: is Percy, if your father will do me any, honour, fo; if not, let him kill the next Percy, himself. I look either to be Earl or Duke, I can assure you.

P. Henry. Why, Percy I kill'd my self, and saw thee dead.


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