Enter Prince Henry.

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

Never to hold it up again; the Spirits

Of Sherley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms.
It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee,
Who never promiseth, but means to pay.

[They fight, Dowglas flyeth.
Chearly, my lord; how fares your Grace?
Sir Nicholas Garfey hath for fuccour fent,
And fo hath Clifton; I'll to Clifton strait.

K. Henry. Stay, and breathe awhile; Thou haft redeem'd my loft opinion,

And fhew'd, thou mak'ft fome 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 faid, I hearken'd for your death.
If it were fo, I might have let alone
Th' infulting hand of Dowglas over you;
Which would have been as fpeedy in your end,
As all the pois'nous potions in the world,
And fav'd the treach'rous labour of

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

SCENE IX.

Enter Hotfpur.

[Exit.

Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
P. Henry. Thou fpeak'ft as if I would deny my

Hot. My name is Harry Percy.

P. Henry. Then I fee

A very valiant Rebel of that name.

I am the Prince of Wales: and think not, Percy,

To

To fhare with me in Glory any more.
Two Stars keep not their motion in one fphere;
Nor can one England brook a double Reign,
Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales.

Hot. Nor fhall 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 creft I'll crop, to make a garland for my head. Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities.

Enter Falftaff.

[Fight.

Fal. Well faid, Hal; to it, Hal.-Nay, you fhall find no boy's play here, I can tell you.

Enter Dowglas, he fights with Falstaff, who falls down as if he were dead. The Prince kills Percy.

Hot. O, Harry, thou haft robb'd me of my youth. I better brook the lofs of brittle life,

Than those proud titles thou haft won of me,
They wound my thoughts, worfe than thy fword my

flefh;

But thought's the flave of life, and life time's fool,
And time, that takes furvey of all the world,
Must have a stop. O, I could prophefie,

P. Henry. For worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well, great heart!

* Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou fhrunk! When that this body did contain a fpirit,

2 A Kingdom for it was too fmall a bound:

But now two paces of the vileft earthwodnl AÐA
Is room enough. This earth, that bears thee dead,
Bears not alive fo ftout a gentleman, wat boulde
m2 boobie
If thou wert fenfible of courtefy. big bou 2 ng
I fhould not make fo great a fhow of zeal mod
3 But let my favours hide thy mangled face,
And, ev'n in thy behalf, I thank myself and why wou
For doing these fair Rites of tenderness.dada
Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heav'ng
Thy ignominy fleep with thee in the Grave,
But not remember'd in thy epitaph.

[He fees Falstaff on the ground. What! old acquaintance! could not all this flefl Keep in a little life? poor Jack! farewel! I could have better fpar'd a better man. Oh, I fhould have a heavy mifs of thee,

If I were much in love with Vanity.

4

Death hath not ftruck fo fair a Deer to day,
Though many a + dearer in this bloody fray:
Imbowell'd will I fee thee by and by,
Till then, in blood by noble Percy lye.

*Ill-weav'd ambition, &c.-] A metaphor taken from cloath, which rinks when it is illweav'd, when its texture is loose. 2 Carminibus confide bonis-jacet ecce Tibullus

Vix manet e toto parva quod urna capit. OVID. 3 But let my favours hide thy mangled face,] We fhould read favour, face or countenance. He ftooping down here to kifs Hot-four. WARBURTON. his face with

He rather covers h

I

a scarf to hide the ghaftliness of death.

4 So fair a deer.] This is the reading of of the first edition, a and of the other quartos. The firft folio has s fat, which was followed by all the editors. a

There is in thefe lines a very natural mixture of the serious and ludicrous produced by the view of Percy and Falfiaff. I wish all play on words had been forborn.

ta dearer] Many of greater!

value.

SCENE

SCE NE X.

*

Falstaff rises.

Fal. Imbowell'd!-if thou imbowel me to day, I'll give you leave to powder me, and 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 liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life, indeed. The better part of valour is difcretion; in the which better part I have faved my life. I am afraid of this gun-powder Percy, though he be dead. How if he fhould 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 rife as well as I? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and no body fees me. Therefore, firrah, with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me. [Takes Hot-fpur on his back.

Enter Prince Henry, and John of Lancaster.

P. Henry. Come, brother John, full bravely haft anthou flefht

Thy maiden fword.

Lan. But soft! whom have we here?

Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead?
P. Henry, I did, I faw him dead,

And breathlefs on the ground.--Art thou alive,
Or is it fancy plays upon our eye-fight?

I pr'ythee, fpeak; we will not truft our eyes

Without our ears.

Thou art not what thou feem'ft,

14108 * To powder is to falt.

Q 2

Fal,

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 myfelf, and faw thee dead.

Fal. Did't 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 inftant, 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 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 fword.

Lan. This is the strangest 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 happiest 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 fee what friends are living, who are dead. [Exeunt. Fal. I'll follow, as they fay, 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 XII.

The Trumpets found. Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancafter, Earl of Weftmorland, with Worcester and Vernon Prifoners.

K. Henry. Thus ever did Rebellion find rebuke.

gether, though having Percy on my back, I feem double.