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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.
[He takes HOTSPUR on his back. Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and PRINCE JOHN. P. Hen. Come, brother John; full bravely hast thou flesh'd
Thy maiden sword.
But, soft! whom have we here?
On the ground.-
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
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.
Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back:
[A retreat is sounded.
[Exeunt PRINCE HENRY and PRINCE JOHN. Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do.
[Exit, bearing off the body.
SCENE V.-Another Part of the Field,
K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.—
Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to;
K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon too:
[Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded. How goes the field ?
P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when he saw
With all my heart.
P. John. I thank your grace for this high courtesy,
K. Hen. Then this remains,—that we divide our power.--You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, Towards York shall bend
dearest speed, To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop, Who, as we hear, are busily in arms :
you, with your
Myself, and you, son Harry, will towards Wales,