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For treason is but trusted like the fox;
Of any prince, so wild, at liberty:
Hot. My uncle is return'd: :- Deliver up
Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the king.
Wor. I told him gently of our grievances,
And on his father's; - we did train him on ;
O gentlemen, the time of life is short;
Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say, 'tis so.
If die, brave death, when princes die with us!
Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLAS; and Officers and When the intent of bearing them is just.
Enter another Messenger.
Mess. My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace.
[The trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt.
Doug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have
A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth,
Wor. The Prince of Wales stepp'd forth before
And, nephew, challeng'd you to single fight.
Hot. O, 'would the quarrel lay upon our heads;
Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamoured Upon his follies; never did I hear
Better consider what you have to do,
Mess. My lord, here are letters for you.
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
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 vanity !—I am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead out of me! I need no more weight than my 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?
The prince of Wales from such a field as this;
Our duty this way lies; for God's sake come.
I did not think thee lord of such a spirit :
K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point,
[The PRINCE draws out a bottle of sack. 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 unlooked for, and there's an end.
SCENE IV. · Another part of the Field. Alarums. Excursions. Enter the KING, PRINCE HENRY, FRINCE JOHN, and WESTMORELAND. 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
P. Hen. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help:
And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive
Lends mettle to us all.
O, this boy,
Doug. Another King! they grow like Hydras' heads:
I am the Douglas, fatal to all those
K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves
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
P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like Never to hold it up again! the spirits Of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, 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 a while : 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 hearken'd 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 Gawsey. [Erit KING HENRY
To share with me in glory any more:
Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come
Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!- Nay, you shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you.
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. P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast thou flesh'd
Thy maiden sword.
[Dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee well, great heart! — 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 vilest earth Is room enough: :-- This earth, that bears thee dead Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
I should not make so dear a show of zeal : -
[He sees FALSTAFF on the ground.
Fal. [Rising slowly.] Embowelled! if thou enbowel 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 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. 'Zounds, I am afraid of this
But, soft! whom have we here? Did you not tell me this fat man was dead? P. Hen. 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; We will not trust our eyes, without our ears : — Thou art not what thou seem'st.
Fal. 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.
P. Hen. Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw thee dead.
Fal. 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.
P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard.
P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother John. Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. [A retreat is sounded. The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours. Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field, To see what friends are living, who are dead.
[Exeunt PRINCE HENRY and PRINCE JOHN. Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do.
[Exit, bearing off the body.
P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you
Up to his pleasure, ransomeless, and free :
Warkworth. Before Northumberland's Castle.
The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks?
FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, and Page.
MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, and BULLCALF,
FANG and SNARE, sheriff's officers.
A Dancer, speaker of the epilogue.
Lords and other Attendants; Officers, Soldiers, Mes senger, Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, &c.
Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,
That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his troops,
To speak so true at first? my office is