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A borrowed title hast thou bought too dear.
Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats.
Doug. Now, by my soul, I will kill all his coats.
Up, and away ;
Other Alarum8. Enter FALSTAFF. 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
Enter the KING, PRINCE HENRY, PRINCE John, and WEST
P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
tirement do amaze your friends.
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 West
moreland, Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come.
[Exeunt P. John and WESTMORELAND.
K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point,
0, this boy Lends mettle to us all!
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.
K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while.—
P. Hen. 0 Heaven! they did me too much injury,
[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.
Why, then I see
valiant rebel of the name.
Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come
P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee;
Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. [They fight.
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. HOTSPUR 18 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
[He sees FALSTAFF on the ground.
Fal. (Rising slowly.] Embowelled ! if thou embowel me VOL. II.-30
[Exit. 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. Í 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.