'hy ignomy sleep with thee in the grave, ut not remember'd in thy epitaph ! What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh , I should have a heavy miss of thee, I were much in love with vanity. Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day; 'hough many dearer, in this bloody fray :mbowel'd will I see thee by and by; 'ill then, in blood by noble Percy lie. Fal. Imbowel'd! if thou imbowel me to-day, I'll ive you leave to powder me, and eat me too, tomorrow. 'Sblood, 't was time to counterfeit, or that ot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit ? I lie, I am no counterfeit: To die, is o be a counterfeit; for he is but the counterfeit of a nan, who hath not the life of a man: but to counerfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no punterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life ineed. The better part of valour is-discretion; in ne which better part, I have sav'd my life. I am fraid of this gunpowder, Percy, though he be dead : How if he should counterfeit too, and rise? I am Fraid, he would prove the better counterfeit. Therepre I'll make him sure: yea, and I'll swear I kill'd im. Why may he not rise, as well as I ? Nothing onfutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therebre, sirrah,-(Stabs HOTSPUR) - with a new wound ■ your thigh, come you along with me. [Takes HOTSPUR on his back. Enter HENRY, Prince of WALES, and Prince JOHN of LANCASTER. P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast thou 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 fantasy That plays upon our eye-sight? Pr'ythee speak; 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. P. Hen. Why, Percy I kill'd 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 believ'd, 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, I would make him eat a piece of my sword. P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard. P. Hen. 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. Trumpets sound a Retreat. The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours. Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field, To see what friends are living, who are dead. [Exeunt Princes HENRY and JOHN. Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, heaven 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, bearing off HOTSPUR's body. ing HENRY, HENRY, Prince of WALES, Prince JOHN of LANCASTER, Earl of WESTMORELAND, with WORCESTER, VERNON, and others, Prisoners, Gentlemen, and Soldiers, discovered. K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke. 1-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace, ardon, and terms of love to all of you? nd wouldst thou turn our offers contrary ? Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to; nd I embrace this fortune patiently, ince not to be avoided it falls on me. Other offenders we will pause upon. Exeunt WORCESTER, VERNON, and others, guarded. How goes the field? The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, Upon the foot of fear,-fled with the rest; K. Hen. With all my heart. P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you 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, Has taught us how to cherish such high deeds, Even in the bosom of our adversaries. K. Hen. Then this remains, that we divide our power. You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest speed, To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop, THE END. [Exeunt. Printed by S. GOSNELL, Little Queen Street, Holborn. |