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Fal. Ay, Hal, 'tis hot. There's that will fack a city

[The Prince drau's out a bottle of Jack. P. Henry. What, is it a time to jeft 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 noi, if I come in his, willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like not fuch grinning honour as Sir Walter hath: give me life, which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes unlook'd for, and there's an end.


Alarum, Excursions. Enter the King, the Prince, Lord

John of Lancaster, and the Earl of Westmorland.
K. Henry. I

Pr’ythee, Hairy, withdraw thyself, thou

bleedest too much: Lord John of Lancafter, go you with him.

Inn. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.

P. Henry. I do beseech your Majesty make up,
Left your retirement do amaze your friends.

K. Henry. I will do so :
My lord of Westmorland, lead him to his Tent.

Weft. Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your Tent, .
P.Henry. Lead me, my lord! I do not need your

And heav'n 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 !
Lan. We breath too long; come, cousin Weftmor-

landi, Our duty this way

for heav'u's sake, come.,
P. Henry, By heav'n, thou haft deceiv'd ine, Lan-

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. Henry:

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K. Henry. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point,
With lustier maiotepance than I did look for
Of such an ungrown warrior.

P. Henry. Oh, this boy
Lends mettle to us all.

Manet King Henry. Enter Dowglas.
Dowg. Another King? they grow,like Hydra's heads:
I am the Dowglas, fatal to all those
That wear those colours on them. What art thou,
That counterfeit'st the person of a King?
K. Henry. The King himself, who, Dowglas, grieves

at heart,

of his shadows thou hast met,
And noi 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 alsay thee: so defend thyself.

Dowg. I fear, thou art another counterfeit;
And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a Kinga
But mine, I'm sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be,
And thus I win thee.
[They fight; the King being in danger.

1 Enter Prince Henry.

P. Henry. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art

Never to hold it up again: the Spirits
Of Sherly, Stafford, Blunt, are in niy arms ; ?
It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee,
Who never proniiseth, but means to pay, i

{They fight, Dowglas flieth. Chearly, my lord; how fares


Grace ?
Sir, Nicholas Gawley hath for succour sent,
And so hath Clifton : I'll to Clifton strait.

K. Henry. Stay, and breathe a while;
Thou haft redeemd my loft opinon,


And shew'd, thou mak't some tender of my life,
In this fair rescue thou haft brought to me.

P. Henry. O heav'n! they did me too much injury,
That ever said, I hearken'd for your death. .
If it were so, I might have let alone
Th' insulting hand of Dowglas over you;
Which would have been as speedy in your end,
As all the pois nous potions in the world,
And say'd the treach'rous labour of


son. K. Henry. Make up to Clifton, I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawfey.

[Exit. SCENE IX.

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Enter Hot-spur.
Hot. F I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.

P. Henry. Thou speak'lt as if I would deny

my name. Hot. My name is Harry Percy.

P. Henry. Then I see

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 fphere;
Nor can onę 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 heav'n,-
Thy name in arms were now as great as mine.!.

P. Henry. 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 vanilies, [Fight.

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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Enter Dowglas, he fights with Falstaff, who falls down

as if he were dead. The Prince kills Percy.
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 ihy, 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 carthy and cold hand of death,
Lies on my tongue: no, Percy, thou art duft,
And food for

P. Henry. Worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well!
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 vileft earth
Is room enough! this earth, that bares thee dead,
Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
If thou wert sen ble of courtesy,
I should not make so great a show of zeal.
But let my favour hide thy mangled face,
And, ev'n in thy behalf, I'll thank my felf
For doing these fair Rites of tenderness.
Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heav'n;
Thy ignominy fleep with thee in the Grave,
But not remember'd in thy epitaph. [He fees Falstaff.
-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.
Oh, I should have a heavy miss of thçe,
If I were much in love with Vanity,
Death hath not struck fo fat a Deer to-day,
Though many a dearer in this bloody fray:
Imbowell'd will I see thee by and by,
Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. (Exit.


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Falstaff rises.
Fal. MBOWELL'D!-if thou imbowel me to-

I day, I'll give you leave to powder me, and

IM eat me to-morrow! 'Sblood, 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me fcot 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 Jiveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and per. fed image of life, indeed. The better part of valour is discretion; in the which better part, I have faved

I am afraid of this gun-powder Percy, though he be dead. How if he should counterfeit too, and rife? I am afraid, he would prove the better counterfeit; therefore I'll make him fure; yea, and I'll fwear, I kill'd him. Why may not he rise as well as I? nothing confutes me but eyes,

and no body sees me. Therefore, firrah, with a new wound in your thigh come you along with me.

(Takes Hot-spur on his back.

my life.

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Enter Prince Henry, and John of Lancaster.
P. Henry. COME, brother John, full bravely hast
Thy maiden fword.

Lan. But foft! whom have we here?

this fat man was dead ?
P. Henry I did, I saw him dead,
And breathless on the ground: art thou alive,
Or is it fancy plays upon our eye-light?


not tell


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