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 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 Falftaff, 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 thofe proud titles thou haft won of me,

They wound my thoughts, worfe than thy fword my flesh;

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 spirit,

2 A Kingdom for it was too fmall a bound: But now two paces of the vileft earth

Is room enough. This earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive fo ftout a gentleman.

If thou wert fenfible of courtesy.

I should not make fo great a fhow of zeal;
3 But let my favours hide thy mangled face,
And, ev'n in thy behalf, I thank myself
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 on the ground. -What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh

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 so 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 brinks when it is illaveav'd, when its texture is loofe. 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-fpur. WARBURTON. He rather covers his face with

I

[Exit.

a fcarf to hide the ghaftliness of death.

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

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

ta dearer] Many of greater

value.

SCENE

SCENE X.

Falstaff rifes.

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 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 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

thou flesht

Thy maiden fword.

Lan. But foft! whom have we here?

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

To powder is to falt.

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 himfelf. 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 rose both at an inftant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If İ 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 ftrangeft Tale that e'er I heard. P. Henry. This is the strangeft 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 Trumpet's found. Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancaster, Earl of Westmorland, with Worcester and Vernon Prifoners.

K. Henry. Thus ever did Rebellion find rebuke.

* -a double man;] That is, I am not Falfaff and Perry to

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

Ill-fpirited Worster, did we not fend grace,
Pardon, and terms of love to all of you?
And would'st thou turn our offers contrary?
Misuse the tenor of thy kinfman's trust?
Three Knights upon our party flain to-day,
A noble Earl, and many a creature elfe,
Had been alive this hour,

If like a chriftian thou had't truly borne
Betwixt our armies true intelligence.

Wor. What I have done, my fafety 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 paufe upon.

[Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded.

How goes the field?

P.Hen. The gallant Scot, lord Douglas, when he faw The fortune of the day quite turned from him, The noble Percy flain, and all his men Upon the foot of fear, fled with the reft, And, falling from a hill, he was fo bruis'd, That the purfuers took him. At my Tent The Douglas is, and I befeech your Grace, I may difpofe of him.

K. Henry. With all my heart.

P. Henry. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you This honourable bounty fhall belong.

Go to the Douglas, and deliver him

Up to his pleafure, ranfomlefs and free.

His valour, fhown upon our crefts to-day,

Hath taught us how to cherish fuch high deeds,
Ev'n in the bofom of our adverfaries.

Lan. I thank your Grace for this high courtefie, Which I fhall give away immediately.

K. Henry. Then this remains, that we divide our Power.

+ These two lines are added from the quarto.

POPE.

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