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Falstaff rises. Fal. Imbowelsd!—if thou imbowel me to day, I'll give you leave to * powder me, and eat me to morrow! Sblood, 'cwas 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 faved 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 fwear, I kill'd him. Why may not he rise as well as I? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and no body fees me. Therefore, sirrah, with a new wound in your thigh come you along with me. (Takes Hot-spur on bis back.

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Enter Prince Henry, and John of Lancaster, P. Henry. Come, brother John, full bravely haft

thou flesht
Thy maiden sword.
Lan. But soft! whoin have we here?

you not tell me, this fat man was dead?
P. Henry. I did, I saw him dead,
And breathless on the ground. — Art thou alive,
Or is it fancy plays upon our eye-sight?
I pr’ythee, speak'; we will not trust our eyes
Without our ears. Thou art not what thou feem'ft.


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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, so; if not, let him kill the next Percy himself. I look either to be Earl or Duke, I can assure you.

P. Henry. Why, Percy I kill'd myself, and saw thee dead.

Fal. Did'st thou? Lord, Lord, how the world is giv'n 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't ou 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 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 see what friends are living, who are dead. (Exeunt.

Fel. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, heav'n reward him! If I do grow great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave fack, and live cleanly, as a noble man should do.


The Trumpets sound. Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales,

Lord John of Lancaster, Earl of Westmorland, with
Worcester and Vernon Prisoners.
K. Henry. Thus ever did Rebellion find rebuke.

* -- a double man ;] That is, gether, though having Percy on I am not Falliafo and Pirey to my back, I feem double.

Ill-spirited Wor’ster, 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 sain to day,
A noble Earl, and many a creature else,
Had been alive this hour,
If like a christian thou had'st truly borne
Betwixt our armies true intelligence.

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

K. Henry. Bear Worceter to death, and Vernon too. Other Offenders we will pause upon.

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

P.Henry. Thegallant Scot, lord Dowglas, when he saw The fortune of the day quite turned from him, The noble Percy slain, 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 Dowglas is, and, I beseech your Grace, 1 may dispose of him.

K. Henry. With all my heart.
P. Henry. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you
This honourable bounty shall belong.

to the Dowglas, and deliver him
Up to his pleafure, ransomless and free.
His valour, shewn upon our crests to day,
Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds,
Ev’n in the bofom of our adversaries.

Lan. + I thank your Grace for this high courtesie,
Which I shall give away immediately.
K. Henry. Then this remains, that we divide our

Power. 4 These two lines are added I suspect that they were rePope. jected by Shakespeare himself.

from the quarto.

You son John, and my cousin West morland,
Tow’rds York shall bend you, with your dearest speed;
To meet Northumberland and Prelate Scroop,
Who, as we hear, are busily in arms.
My felf and You, son Herry, will tow'rds Wales,
To fight with Glendower and the Earl of Marche.
Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,
Meeting the check of such another day;
And since this business so far fair is done,
Let us not leave, till all our own be won. [Exeunt

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