Fal. Imbowell'd!-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 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 difcretion; 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 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.

SCENE XI.

Enter Prince Henry, and John of Lancaster.

P. Henry. Come, brother John, full bravely haft thou flesht

Thy maiden fword.

Did

Lan. But foft! whom have we here?

you not tell me, this fat man was dead?

P. Henry. I did, I faw him dead,

And breathless on the ground.-Art thou alive,
Or is it fancy plays upon our eye-fight?

I pr'ythee, fpeak; we will not truft our eyes

Without our ears. Thou art not what thou feem'st.

Fal. No, that's certain; I am not a * double man; but if I am not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is Percy, if your father will do me any honour, fo; if 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'ft 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 inftant, 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 on 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 fword.

Lan. This is the ftrangeft Tale that e'er I heard. P. Henry. This is the ftrangest fellow, brother Joba. 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 trumpets found retreat, the day is ours. Come, brother, let's to th' highest of the field, To fee what friends are living, who are dead. [Exeunt. Fal. I'll follow, as they fay, for reward. He that rewards me, heav'n reward him! If I do grow great, grow lefs; for I'll purge, and leave fack, and live cleanly, as a noble man fhould do.

I'll

[Exit.

The Trumpets found. Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancafler, Earl of Westmorland, with Worcester and Vernon Prifoners.

K. Henry. Thus ever did Rebellion find rebuke.

* — a double man ;] That is, I am not Falfaff and Percy to

gether, though having Percy on my back, I feem double.

Ill-fpirited Wor'fter, did we not fend grace,
Pardon, and terms of love to all of you?
And would't thou turn our offers contrary ?
Mifufe the tenor of thy kinfman's truft?
Three Knights upon our party flain to day,
A noble Earl, and many a creature else,
Had been alive this hour,

If like a chriftian thou had'ft truly borne
Betwixt our armies true intelligence.

Wor. What I have done, my fafety urg'd me to; And I embrace this fortune patiently,

Since not to be avoided it falls on me.

K. Henry. Bear Worcester to death, and Vernon too. Other Offenders we will paufe upon.

[Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded.

How goes the field?

P.Henry. Thegallant Scot, lord Dowglas, when he faw The fortune of the day quite turned from him, The noble Percy flain, and all his men Upon the foot of fear, fled with the reft, And, falling from a hill, he was fo bruis'd, That the purfuers took him. At my Tent The Dowglas is, and, I beseech your Grace, I may difpofe of him.

K. Henry. With all my heart.

P. Henry. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you This honourable bounty fhall belong.

to the Dowglas, and deliver him

Up to his pleafure, ranfomless and free.

His valour, fhewn upon our crefts to day,

Hath taught us how to cherish fuch high deeds,
Ev'n in the bofom of our adverfaries.

Lan. I thank your Grace for this high courtesie,

Which I fhall give away immediately.

K. Henry. Then this remains, that we divide our

Power.

4 Thefe two lines are added from the quarto.

POPE.

I fufpect that they were rejected by Shakespeare himself.

You fon John, and my coufin Westmorland,
Tow'rds York fhall bend you, with your dearest speed,
To meet Northumberland and Prelate Scroop,
Who, as we hear, are bufily in arms.

My felf and You, fon Harry, will tow'rds Wales,
To fight with Glendower and the Earl of Marche.
Rebellion in this land fhall lofe his sway,
Meeting the check of fuch another day;
And fince this business so far fair is done,
Let us not leave, till all our own be won.

[Exeunt.

The SECOND PART of

HENRY IV.

Containing his DEATH:

AND THE

CORONATION

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King HENRY V.