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Enter Falstaf 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

be were dead. Percy 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

flesh :
But thoughts 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 earthy and cold hand of death
Lies on my tongue: No, Percy, thou art duft,
And food for

[Dies. P. Henry. 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 vileft earth
Is room enough :-This earth, that bears thee dead,
Bears not alive fo ftout a gentleman.
If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
I should not make so great a show of zeal :
But let e


favours hide thy mangled face ; time's fool;]—the sport of it—a character in the old moralities,

« thou art death's fool."

Mpasure for Measure, Vol. I. p. 310. Duke. " That he should be my fool, and I his face."

Love's LABOUR Lost, Vol. I. p. 597. Res. Ili-weav!d)-Of loose texture.

my favours]-scarf.


And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself
For doing thefe fair rites of tenderness.
Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
Thy ignomy Neep with thee in the grave,
Be 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.
O, 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,
Though many dearer, in this bloody fray :-
Imbowelld will I see thee by and by;
*T'ill then, in blood by noble Percy lie. (Exit,

Falstaff, rising slowly. Fal. Imbowell’d! if thou imbowel 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-dis . cretion; in the which better part, I have saved my life. I am afraid of this gun-powder 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 killd him. Why may he not rise, as well as I? Nothing confytes me but

i poroder ]-pickle, falt.


eyes, and no body sees me. Therefore, firrah, with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me.

[Takes Hotspur on his back. Re-enter Prince Henry, and John of Lancaster. P. Henry. Come, brother John, full bravely haft thou

& flesh'd Thy maiden sword.

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

P. Henry. I did; I saw him dead, breathless and bleeding
Upon the ground.
Art thou alive? or is it fantasy
That plays upon our eye-sight? I prythee, speak;
We will not trust our eyes, without our ears :-
Thou art not what thou feem'ft.

Fal. No, that's certain; I am not a double man : bue 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. Henry. Why, Percy I killd 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 believ'd, fo; 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.

Lan. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard.
P.Henry. This is the strangest fellow, brother John.
& fefba]-initiated.
s'a double man:]-tho' I have Pereg on my back,


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 founded.
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.

Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, heaven reward him! If I do grow great, l'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. [Exit, bearing of the body.

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Another Part of the Field.
The trumpets found. Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales,

Lord John of Lancaster, Earl of Westmoreland, witb
Worcester, and Vernon, prisoners.

K. Henry. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.
Ill-spirited Worcester ! did we not send grace,
Pardon, and terms of love to all of you ?
And would'st thou turn our offers contrary

Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?
Three knights upon our party Nain to-day,
A noble earl, and many a creature else,
Had been alive this hour,
If, like a christian, thou hadst truly borne
Betwixt our armies true intelligence.

Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to ;
And I embrace this fortune patiently,
Since not to be avoided it falls on me.

K. Henry. Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon too:

to the death,]" To the death, my lord.”
Much ADO ABOUT NOTHING, Vol. I. p. 451. Conr.


Other offenders we will pause upon.

[Exeunt Worcester, and Vernon, guarded. How goes the field ?

P. Henry. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when he saw The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, The noble Percy flain, and all his men Upon the foot of fear,-fled with the rest ; And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis'd, That the pursuers took him. At my tent The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace, I may dispose of him.

K. Henry. With all my heart,

P. Henry. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you This honourable bounty shall belong; Go to the Douglas, and deliver him Up to his pleasure, ransomless, and free: His valour, shewn upon our crests to-day, Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds, Even in the bosom of our adversaries, K. Henry. Then this remains, - that we divide our

power. You, fon John, and my cousin Westmoreland, Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest speed, To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop, Who, as we hear, are busily in arms : Myself,—and you, son Harry,—will towards Wales, To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March, Rebellion in this land shall lofe his fway, Meeting the check of fuch another day: And since this business so fair is done, Let us not leave 'till all our own be won,


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