Another Part of the Field. |
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Alarums. Excursions. Enter KING HENRY, the PRINCE, JOHN OF LANCASTER, and WEST-MORELAND. |
K. Hen. I prithee, |
Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much. |
Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him. |
Lanc. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. |
Prince. 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. |
Prince. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help: |
And God forbid a shallow scratch should drive |
The Prince of Wales from such a field as this, |
Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on, |
And rebels' arms triumph in massacres! |
Lanc. We breathe too long: come, cousin Westmoreland, |
Our duty this way lies: for God's sake, come. [Exeunt JOHN OF LANCASTER and WESTMORELAND. |
Prince. By God, thou hast deceiv'd me, Lancaster; |
I did not think thee lord of such a spirit: |
Before, I lov'd 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. |
Prince. O! this boy |
Lends mettle to us all. [Exit. |
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Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS. |
Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads: |
I 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 |
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. KING HENRY being in danger, re-enter the PRINCE. |
Prince. 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 succour sent, |
And so hath Clifton: I'll to Clifton straight. |
K. Hen. Stay, and breathe awhile. |
Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion, |
And show'd thou mak'st some tender of my life, |
In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me. |
Prince. O God! they did me too much injury |
That ever said I hearken'd 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 sav'd the treacherous labour of your son. |
K. Hen. Make up to Clifton: I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey. [Exit. |
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Enter HOTSPUR. |
Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. |
Prince. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name. |
Hot. My name is Harry Percy. |
Prince. Why, then, I see |
A very valiant rebel of that name. |
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! |
Prince. I'll make it greater ere I part from thee; |
And all the budding honours on thy crest |
I'll crop, to make a garland for my head. |
Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. [They fight. |
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Enter FALSTAFF. |
Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal! Nay, you shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. |
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Re-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 robb'd 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. |
Prince. 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 |
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 favours 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 ignomy sleep with thee in the grave, |
But not remember'd in thy epitaph! [He spies FALSTAFF on the ground. |
What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh |
Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell! |
I could have better spar'd 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. |
Embowell'd will I see thee by and by: |
Till then in blood by noble Percy lie. [Exit. |
Fal. [Rising.] 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? By my faith 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. [He takes HOTSPUR on his back. |
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Re-enter the PRINCE and JOHN OF LANCASTER. |
Prince. Come, brother John; full bravely hast thou flesh'd |
Thy maiden sword. |
Lanc. But, soft! whom have we here? |
Did you not tell me this fat man was dead? |
Prince. I did; I saw him dead, |
Breathless and bleeding on the ground. |
Art thou alive? or is it fantasy |
That plays upon our eyesight? I prithee, 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 honour, so; if not, let him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either earl or duke, I can assure you. |
Prince. 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. |
Lanc. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard. |
Prince. This is the strangest fellow, brother John. |
Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: |
For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, |
I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. [A retreat is sounded. |
The trumpet sounds retreat; the day is ours. |
Come, brother, let us to the highest of the field, |
To see what friends are living, who are dead. [Exeunt the PRINCE and JOHN OF LANCASTER. |
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. |
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