A borrowed title hast thou bought too dear.
Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?
Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats.
Doug. Now, by my soul, I will kill all his coats.
I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
Until I meet the king.

Hot.

Up, and away;

Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.

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 honor 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 ragamuffins 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, 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 unrevenged. 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. I have paid Percy; I have made him sure.

P. Hen. He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I pr'ythee, lend me thy sword.

Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy 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. 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 honor as sir Walter hath. Give me life; which if I can save, so; if not, honor comes unlooked for, and there's an end.

[Exit.

SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field. Alarums; Ex

cursions.

Enter the KING, PRINCE HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, and WEST

K. Hen. I pr'ythee,

MORELAND.

Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much.-
Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.

P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
P. Hen. I beseech your majesty, make up,
Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
K. Hen. I will do so.

My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.

West. Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent.

P. Hen. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help; And Heaven forbid a shallow scratch should drive

The prince of Wales from such a field as this;
Where stained nobility lies trodden on,

And rebels' arms triumph in massacres!

P. John. We breathe too long.- Come, cousin Westmoreland,

Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come.

[Exeunt P. JOHN and WESTMORELAND.

P. Hen. By Heaven, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster;

I did not think thee lord of such a spirit.

Before, I loved thee as a brother, John;

But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

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!

O, this boy

Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS.

[Exit.

Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads; I am the Douglas, fatal to all those

That wear those colors on them.- 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,
And not the very king. I have two boys,
Seek Percy, and thyself, about the field;
But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily,
I will assay thee: so defend thyself.

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, And thus I win thee.

[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 valiant 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?-
Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succor sent,
And so hath Clifton; I'll to Clifton straight.
K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while.-
Thou hast redeemed thy lost opinion;

And showed thou mak'st some tender of my life,
In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.

P. Hen. O Heaven! they did me too much injury, That ever said, I hearkened for your death.

If it were so, I might have let alone

The insulting hand of Douglas over you;
Which would have been as speedy in your end,
As all the poisonous potions in the world,

And saved the treacherous labor of your son.

K. Hen. Make up to Clifton; I'll to sir Nicholas Gawsey. [Exit KING HENRY.

Enter HOTSpur.

Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name.
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,
To share with me in glory any more.

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere;
Nor can one England brook a double reign,
Of Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales.

Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come

To end the one of us; and 'would to God

Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!

P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee; And all the budding honors on thy crest

I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.

Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities.

Enter FALSTAFF.

[They fight.

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. HOTSPUR is wounded, and falls.

Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robbed 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 heart!

Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
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 favors 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 remembered in thy epitaph!

[He sees FALSTAFF on the ground.

What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh.

Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell!
I could have better spared a better man.
O, 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.—
Embowelled will I see thee by and by;
Till then, in blood, by noble Percy lie.

[Exit.

Fal. [Rising slowly.] Embowelled! if thou embowel me VOL. II.-30.

to-day, I'll give you leave to powder me, and eat me too, tomorrow. '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 valor 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 fleshed Thy maiden sword.

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 phantasy

That plays upon our eyesight? I pr'ythee, 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 honor, 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 valor, 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, 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.