Alarm, excurfions. Enter the King, the Prince, Lord John of Lancafter, and the Earl of Weftmorland. K. Henry. I pr'ythee, Harry, withdraw thyself, thou bleedeft too much. Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him. Lan. Not I, my Lord, unless I did bleed too. My Lord of Westmorland, lead him to his tent. help; And Heav'n forbid, a fhallow feratch fhould drive [land, Lan. We breathe too long; come, coufin Weftmor Our duty this way lies; for Heav'n's fake, come. K. Henry. I faw him hold Lord Percy at the point, With luftier maintenance than I did look for Of fuch an ungrown warrior. P. Henry. Oh, this boy Lends mettle to us all. Manent King Henry. Enter Douglas. [Exeunt. Doug. Another King? they grow, like Hydra's heads: I am the Douglas, fatal to all those That wear thofe colours on them. What art thou, [at heart,. K. Henry. The King himfelf, who, Douglas, grieves So many of his fhadows thou haft met, And not the very King. I have two boys Seek Percy and thyself about the field; But feeing thou fall'ft on me fo luckily, I will affail thee: fo defend thyself. Doug. I fear thou art another counterfeit ; And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a King: But mine, I'm fure, thou art, whoe'er thou be, And thus I win thee. [They fight, the King being in dangers Enter Prince Henry. [like P. Henry. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art Never to hold it up again: the fpirits Of Sherly, Stafford, lunt, are in my arms; It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee, Who never promifeth, but means to pay. [They fight, Douglas flieth. Chearly, my Lord; how fares your Grace? Sir Nicholas Gawfey hath for fuccour fent, And fo hath Clifton: I'll to Clifton ftrait. K. Henry. Stay, and breathe a while; And fhew'd, thou mak'st some tender of my life, P. Henry. O Heav'n! they did me too much injury, That ever faid I hearken'd for your death. If it were fo, I might have let alone Th' infulting hand of Douglas over you; A SCENE IX. Enter Hot-fpur. [Exit. Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. P. Henry. Thou fpeak'ft as if I would deny my name. Hot. My name is Harry Percy. P. Henry. Then I fee very valiant rebel of that name. I am the Prince of Wales: and think not, Percy; To fhare with me in glory any more: Two ftars keep not their motion in one sphere; U 2 Hote Hot. Nor fhall 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. Enter Falstaff. [Fight. Fal. Well faid, Hal'; to it, Hal. Nay, you fhall find no boys play here, I can tell you. Enter Douglas, he fights with Falstaff, who falls down as if he were dead. The Prince wounds Percy. Hot. O, Harry, thou hoft robb'd me of my growth: I better brook the lofs of brittle life, Than thofe proud titles thou haft won of me; [flesh: [Dies. P. Henry. Worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well! Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! When that this body did contain a fpirit, A kingdom for it was too fmall a bound: Is room enough! this earth, that bears thee dead, If thou wert fenfible of courtesy, I fhould not make fo great a fhow of zeal. But not remember'd in thy epitaph. [He fees Falstaff. Oh, Oh, I should have a heavy mifs of thee, Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day, Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. SCENE Fal. Imbowell'd! [Exit. 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 lye, 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 difcretion; in the which better part I have faved my life. I am afraid of this gun-powder Percy, tho' he be dead. How if he fhould counterfeit too, and rife? I am afraid he would prove the better counterfeit; therefore I'll make him fure; yea, and I'll fwear I kill'd him. Why may not he rife as well as I? nothing confutes me but eyes, and no body fees me. Therefore, firrah, with a new wound in your thigh come you along with me. [Takes Hot-fpur on his back. SCEN E XI. Enter Prince Henry, and John of Lancaster. P. Henry. Come, brother John, full bravely haft Thy maiden fword. Lan. But foft! whom have we here? [thou flefh'd Did you not tell me this fat man was dead? P. Henry. I did; I faw him dead, And breathlefs on the ground. Art thou alive, I pr'ythee, speak, we will not trust our eyes not, not, let him kill the next Percy himself. I look either to be Earl or Duke, I can affure you. P. Henry. Why, Percy I kill'd myself, and faw thee dead. Fal. Did't thou? Lord, Lord, how the world is giv'n to lying! I grant you, I was down, and out of breath, and fo was he; but we rofe both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock: if I may be believed, fo; if not, let them that fhould reward valour, bear the fin upon their own heads. I'll take't him this wound in the thigh: if on my death, I gave the man were alive, and would deny it, I would make him him eat a piece of my fword. back: Lan. This is the ftrangeft tale that e'er I heard. P. Henry. This is the strangest fellow, brother John. Come, bring your luggage nobly on your For my part, if a lye may do thee grace, I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. [A retreat is founded. The trumpets found retreat, the day is ours: [Exeunt. Fal. I'll follow, as they fay, for reward. He that rewards me, Heav'n reward him! If I do grow great, I'll grow lefs; for I'll purge, and leave fack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman fhould do. [Exit. The trumpets found. Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancafter, Earl of Westmorland, with Worcester and Vernon prisoners. K. Henry. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke. If like a Chriftian thou hadft truly borne. Betwixt |