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A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear:
Iloug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;
Up, and away!
[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 mine own bowels. I have led my raggamuffins where they are peppered: there's not 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. P. Hen. What, stand’st thou idle here? lend me thy
sword : Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies, Whose deaths are unrevengd: Pr'ythee, lend me thy
sword. Fal. O Hal, I pr’ythee, give me leave to breathe awhile. -Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms as I have done this day. have paid Percy, I have made him
P. Hen. He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. Lend me thy sword, I pr’ythee.
Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive thou gettest not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.
P. Hen. Give it me: what, is it in the case?
Fal. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, ’tis hot; there's that will sack a city.
[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, 80; if not, honour comes unlooked for, and there's an end.
SCENE IV.-Another part of the Field.
PRINCE JOHN, and WESTMORELAND.
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.—
West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your tent.
P. Hen. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help: And God forbid a shallow scratch should drive The Prince of Wales from such a field as this, Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on, And rebels' arms triumph in massacres !
[land, P. John. We breathe too long :-come, cousin WestmoreOur duty this way lies; for God's sake, come.
[Exeunt P. John and WEST.
K. Hen. I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point
O, this boy
Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS.
, who, Douglas, grieves at heart,
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,
[They fight; the KING being in danger,
re-enter P. HENRY. P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art
[They fight; Douglas flies
K. Hen. Stay, and breathe awhile :-
P. Hen. O God, they did me too much injury
Why, then I see
Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come
P. Hen. I'll make it greater ere I part from thee;
Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. [They fight. Enter FALSTAFF. Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal !—Nay, you shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. Re-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 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 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 dust, And food for
[Dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: fare thee well, great Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! [heart!-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: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 ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remember'd in thy epitaph !
[He sees FAL. 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. 0, 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 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 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 Thy maiden sword.
[flesh'd P. John.
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 On the ground.Art thou alive? or is it fantasy That plays upon our eyesight? I prythee, 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, zounds, 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.-