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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.
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 ?
[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;
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,
K. Henry. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point,
P. Henry. Oh, this boy
Dorug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit ;
[They fight: the King being in danger.
Enter Prince Henry,
Of Sherly, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms ;
[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;
P. Henry. O heav'n! they did me too much injury,
son. · K. Henry. Make up to Clifton, I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawley.
P. Henry. Then I see
Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come
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.
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
What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh
Imbowell'd will I see thee by and by,
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:
Lan. But soft! whom have we here?
P. Henry. I did, I faw him dead,
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.