I pr'ythee, speak, we will not truft our eyes Without our ears: thou art not what thou seem'ft. Fal. No, that's certain; I am not a double man; but if I am not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack: there is Percy, if your father will do me any honour, fo; if not, let him kill the next Percy himself. I look either to be Earl or Duke, I can affure you." P. Henry. Why, Percy I kill'd myself, and faw thee dead. Fal. Did'ft thou? lord, lord, how the world is giv'n to lying! I grant you, I was down, and out of breath, and fo was he; but we rofe both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock: if I may be believed, fo; if not, let them, that fhould reward valour, bear the fin upon their own heads, I'll take't on my death, I give him this wound in the thigh: if the man were alive, and would deny it, I would make him eat a piece of my fword. Lan. This is the ftrangeft Tale that e'er I heard. P. Henry. This is the ftrangest 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 happieft terms I have. [A retreat is founded. The trumpets found retreat, the day is ours: Come, brother, let's to th' highest of the field,. To see what friends are living, who are dead. [Exeunt. Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, heav'n reward him! If I do grow great,' I'll grow lefs; for I'll purge, and leave fack, and live cleanly, as a noble man fhould do. [Exit. SCENE SCENE XII. The Trumpets found: Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancaster, Earl of Weftmorland, with Worcester and Vernon Prifoners. K. Henry. THUS ever did Rebellion find rebuke. Ill-fpirited Wor'fter, did we not send grace, Pardon, and terms of love to all of you? If like a christian thou had'st truly borne Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to; And I embrace this fortune patiently, Since not to be avoided it falls on me. K. Henry. Bear Worcester to death, and Vernon too. Other offenders we will pause upon. [Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. How goes the field? P. Henry. The gallant Scot, lord Dowglas, when he faw. The fortune of the day quite turned from him, K. Henry. With all my heart. P. Henry. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you This honourable bounty fhall belong: Go to the Dowglas, and deliver him Up Up to his pleasure, ranfomless and free: Lan. I thank your Grace for this high courtesy, Which I fhall give away immediately. K. Henry. Then this remains; that we divide our Power. You fon John, and my coufin Westmorland, Tow'rds York fhall bend you, with your dearest speed, Myself and You, fon Harry, will tow'rds Wales, [Exeunt. |