Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes! Hot. Other Alarums. Enter FALSTAFF. [Exeunt. 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 but 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, standest thou idle here? lend me thy sword: Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff, Whose deaths are unreveng'd: Prythee, lend 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. I have paid Percy, I have made him sure. P. Hen. He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. Lend me thy sword, I pr'ythee. Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Perey be alive, thou get'st 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. F 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, so; if not, honour comes unlooked for, and there's an end. [Exit. SCENE IV. Another part of the Field. Alarums: Excursions. Enter the KING, PRINCE HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, and WESTMORELAND. K. Hen. I pr'ythee, Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much :- P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. P. John. We breathe too long :- Come, cousin West moreland, Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come. [Exeunt Prince John and Westmoreland. P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, Lan I did not think thee lord of such a spirit: But now, I do respect thee as my soul. [caster, K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point, With lustier maintenance than I did look for Of such an ungrown warrior. P. Hen. Lends mettle to us all! 1 O, this boy [Exit. Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS. Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads: I am the Douglas, fatal to all those What art thou, That counterfeit'st the person of a king? K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heart, So many of his shadows thou hast met, Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit; [They fight; the King being in danger, enter Prince Henry. P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like Never to hold it up again! the spirits Of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: It is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee; Who never promiseth, but he means to pay. [They fight; Douglas flies. Cheerly, my lord; How fares your grace?- K. Hen. Stay, and breathe awhile :- P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much injury, K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to sir Nicholas [Exit King Henry. Gawsey. Enter HOTSPUR. Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. Hot. My name is Harry Percy. P. Hen. A very valiant rebel of the name. Why, then I see I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. [Theyfight. Enter FALSTAFF. Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. Enter DOUGLAS; he Fights with FALSTAFF, who falls down as if he were Dead, and exit DOUGLAS. HотSPUR 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; 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 earthly and cold hand of death Lies on my tongue :-No, Percy, thou art dust, [Dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee well, great heart! Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrank! When that this body did contain a spirit, I should not make so dear a show of zeal:- [He sees Falstaff on the Ground. What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh [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, G |