there's honour for you: Here's no vanity! I am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy too: Heaven keep lead out of me! I need no more weight than mine own bowels. I have led my ragamuffins where they are pepper'd: 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 Fal. O Hal, I prithee give me leave to breathe awhile.-Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, 1 have made him sure. P. Hen. He is, indeed: and living to kill thee. I prithee, lend me thy sword. Fal. Nay, Hal, if Percy be alive thou gett'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 it a time to jest and dally now? [Throws it at him, and exit. Fal. 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 bath: Give me life, which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes unlooked for, and there's an end. SCENE IV. Another part of the Field. [Exit. Alarums, excursions. Enter the KING, Prince HENRY, Prince JOHN, and WESTMORELAND. K. Hen. I prithee, 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 P. John. We breathe too long:-Come, cousin 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 caster, I did not think thee lord of such a spirit: R. Hen. I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point, P. Hen O, this boy lends metal to us all. [Exit. I Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS. Doug. Another king! they grow like Ilydras heads: am the Douglas, fatal to all those That wear those colours 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, 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 P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like Never to hold it up again! the spirits [They fight; DOUGLAS flies. Enter HOTSPUR. Hot. If I mistakenot, thou art Harry Monmouth, P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name. Hot. My name is Harry Percy. A very valiant rebel of that name. Why, then I see I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is co me 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 P. John. Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my I better brook the loss of brittle life But thought's the slave of life, and life time's And time, that takes survey of all the world, [Dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee well, great heart! Ill-weav'd 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 But, soft! who 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 prithee, speak; we will not trust our eyes Without our ears: Thou art not what thou seem'st. Ful. 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 assure you. P. Hen. Why, Percy I kill'd myself, and saw thee dead. Fal. Didst thou?-Lord, Lord, how the 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, Is room enough:-This earth, that bears thee let them that should reward valour bear the sin dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. If thou wert sensible of courtesy, I should not make so great 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 to-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time 10 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 :ne 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 flesh'd Thy maiden sword. 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 SCENE V.-Another part of the field The trumpets sound. Enter King HENRY, Prince HENRY, Prince JOHN, WESTMORELAND, and others, with WORCESTER and VERNON, prisoners. K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke. If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne me to; And I embrace this fortune patiently, K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Other offenders we will pause upon. [Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded How goes the field? P. Hlen. The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, With all my heart. K. Hen. Then this remains,-that we divide our power. You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, To meet Northumberland and the prelate Scroop, Myself, and you, son Harry, will towards Wales, P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, This honourable bounty shall belong : Go to the Douglas, and deliver him Up to his pleasure, ransomless, and free: His valour, shown upon our crests to-day Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds Meeting the check of such another day: King HENRY IV. DRAMATIS PERSONE. HENRY, Prince of Wales, afterwards King. HENRY V., son to King Henry IV. THOMAS, Duke of Clarence, son to King Henry IV. Prince HUMPHREY of Gloster, afterwards created SCENE-England. Rumour. A Porter. A Dancer, speaker of the epilogue. Lady NORTHUMBERLABD and Lady PERCY. Hostess QUICKLY. DOLL TEARSHEET. INDUCTION. Warkworth. Before Northumberland's Castle. The vent of bearing when loud Rumour speaks? That the blant monster with uncounted heads, | Can play upon it. But what need I thus They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs Exit. SCENE I.-The same. ACT I. The Porter before the Gate; Enter Lord BARDOLPH. Of Hotspur, coldspur? that rebellion Had met ill luck? L. Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what ;If my young lord your son have not the day, L. Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho?- Upon mine honour, for a silken point Where is the earl? Port. What shall I say you are? L. Bard. Please it your honour, knock but at the gate, Enter NORTHUMBERLAND. L. Bard. Should be the father of some stratagem: L. Bard. Noble earl, I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. L. Bard. And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field; On Tuesday last to listen after news. L. Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; And he is furnish'd with no certainties, North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come North. Hal- -Again. Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold? I'll give my barony: never talk of it. Give then such instances of loss? news. Enter MORTON. North. Yes, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, Foretells the nature of a tragic volume: So looks the strond, whereon the imperious flood Hath left a witness'd usurpation. Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury? Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord; Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask, To fright cur party. North. How doth my son, and brother? Thou tremblest; and the whiteness of thy cheek Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burn'd: But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue, And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it. This thou wouldst say,-Your son did thus, and thus: Your brother thus: so fought the noble Douglas: North. Why, he is dead. That what he fear'd is chanced. Tell thou thy earl his divination lies; North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's L. Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead. Mor. I am sorry I should force you to believe That which I would to heaven I had not seen: |