P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, Lans

caster,

I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:
Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John; her teed wont
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Of such an ungrown warrior.
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P. Hen.

Lends mettle to us all.

of O, this boy, tre vtipnoff to band guish [Exity como moai phooge an mood oved bluow doid W Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS.io srt ffs A

Modal afroredbonert odr b've bпA Doug. Another king! they grow like hydras' heads: I am the Douglas, fatal to all those Vsewno That wear those colours on them. What art thou, That counterfeit'st the person of a king?

heart,

K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at dod odoreign II m So many of his shadows thou hast met, of And not the very king. I have two boys,on Ma Seek Percy, and thyself, about the field: But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily, faciley grov A I will assay thee; so defend thyself to coming of me I Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit; orale oT And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king on I But mine, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be, And thus I win thee. The out

de han der grH 10 [They fight; the King being in danger, enter Prince HENRY.. sho odt bas oT

P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like Never to hold it up again! the spirits ent Of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: la Zaf It is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee; on Iff Who never promiseth, but he means to pay... fo

[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 awhile:
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. [Exit King HENRY.

Enter Hotspur.

Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name. Hot. My name is Harry Percy.

P. Hen.

A valiant rebel of

very

the name.

Why, then I see

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 England 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 God,
Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!
P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee;
And all the budding honours on thy crest

I'll crop to make a garland for my head.

Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. [They fight.

Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal! Nay, you shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. icons to 1 Zİ

Enter DOUGLAS; he fights with FALSTAFF, who falls down as if he were dead, and exit DOUGLAS. HOTSPUR is wounded, and falls.

Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robbed me of my youth; * I better brook the loss of brittle life, i 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 fool; //
And time, that takes survey of all the world,
Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy,

5

But that the earthy and cold hand of death prį
Lies on my tongue:- No, Percy, thou art dust,
And food for

1

[Dies.

P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee well, great heart!

Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk!

O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth:] Shakspeare has chosen to make Hotspur fall by the hand of the prince of Wales; but there is, I believe, no authority for the fact. Holinshed says, "The king slew that day with his own hand six and thirty persons of his enemies. The other [i. e. troops] of his party, encouraged by his doings, fought valiantly, and slew the lord Percy, called Henry Hotspur." Speed says Percy was killed by an unknown hand. MALONE.

5 those proud titles thou hast won of me; &c.] Hotspur in his last moments endeavours to console himself. The glory of the prince wounds his thoughts; but thought, being dependent on life, must cease with it, and will soon be at an end. Life, on which thought depends, is itself of no great value, being the fool and sport of time; of time, which with all its dominion over sublunary things, must itself at last be stopped. JOHNSON.

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,

6

I should not make so dear a show of zeal:
But let my favours hide thy mangled face;
And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself
For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
Thy ignomy sleep with thee in the grave,

But 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 :-
Embowell'd will I see thee by and by;
Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie.

[Exit.

Fal. [rising slowly.] Embowelled! if thou embowel 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 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

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But let my favours hide thy mangled face;] He covers his face with a scarf, to hide the ghastliness of death.

so fat a deer-] There is in these lines a very natural mixture of the serious and ludicrous, produced by the view of Percy and Falstaff.

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 ama Jack. There is Percy [throwing the body down.] if 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 bryduke, I can атологія споила бир язтазоло assure you.

P. Hen, Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw thee

dead.

+

On the ground? MALONEJ bus,пobre

8 a double man:] That is, I am not Falstaff and Percy together, though, having Percy on my back, I seem double.