And thou shalt find a king that will revenge Lord Stafford's death.

Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
An if we live, we live to tread on kings;
If die, brave death, when princes die with us!
Now for our consciences,-the arms are* fair,
When the intent oft bearing them is just.

Enter another Messenger.

MESS. My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace.

HOT. I thank him, that he cuts me from my

tale,
For I profess not talking. Only this-
Let each man do his best; and here draw It
A sword, whose § temper I intend to stain
With the best blood that I can meet withal
In the adventure of this perilous day.
Now,-Esperance !-Percy!-and set on.-
Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
And by that music let us all embrace :
For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall
A second time do such a courtesy.

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[They fight, and BLUNT is slain.

Enter HOTSpur.

HOT. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,

I never had triumphéd o'er a Scot.

DOUG. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king.

HOT. Where? DOUG. Here.

HOT. This, Douglas? no, I know this face full well:

A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt,
Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.
Doug. At fool go with thy soul, whither it
goes:

A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear.
Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?
HOT. The king hath many marching in his

Other Alarums. Enter FALSTAFF.

FAL. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, but upon the pate.-Soft! who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt!there's Honour for you! Here's no vanity!-I am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy too: God+ keep lead out of me! I need no more weight than mine own bowels.-I have led my ragamuffins § where they are peppered: there's but three of my hundred and fifty left alive, and they are ¶ for the town's end, to beg during life. But who comes here?

Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
Whose deaths are unreveng'd. Pr'ythee, lend me
thy sword.

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FAL. O Hal, I pr'ythee, give me leave to breathe a while.-Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Perey, I have made him sure.

P. HEN. He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I pr'ythee, lend me thy sword.

FAL. Nay, before God,* Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.

P. HEN. Give it me: what, is it in the case? FAL. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot ; there's that will sack a city.

[The PRINCE draws out a bottle of sack. P. HEN. What, is it a time to jest and dally now? [Throws it at him and erit. FAL. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do come in my way, so; if he do not, if I come in his willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like not such grinning honour as sir Walter hath. Give me life; which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes unlooked for, and there's an end.

[Exit.

P. JOHN. We breathe too long:-come, cousin Westmoreland,

*

Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come.
[Exeunt PRINCE JOHN and WESTMORELAND.
P. HEN. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me,
Lancaster;

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. HEN. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point,

With lustier maintenance than I did look for
Of such an ungrown warrior.
P. HEN.

Lends mettle to us all!

O, this boy

[Exit.

Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS.

DOUG. Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads:

I am the Douglas, fatal to all those

That wear those colours on them.-What art thou,

That counterfeit'st the person of a king?

K. HEN. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heart,

So many of his shadows thou hast met,
And not 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 assay thee; so defend thyself.

Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit ; And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king: But mine, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be, And thus I win thee.

[They fight; the KING being in danger, enter PRINCE HENRY.

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

Never to hold it up again! the spirits
Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my

And show'd, thou mak'st some tender of my life, In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.

P. HEN. O God, they did me too much injury, That ever said, I hearken'd for † your death. If it were so, I might have let alone The insulting hand of Douglas over you; Which would have been as speedy in your end, As all the poisonous potions in the world, And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son. K. HEN. Make up to Clifton, I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey. [Exit KING HENRY.

Enter HOTSPUR. HOT. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.

P. HEN. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my

P. HEN. For worms, brave Percy. Fare thee* well, great heart !—

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 vilest earth

Is room enough. This earth, that bears thee dead,

Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
If thou wert sensible of courtesy,

I should not make so dear† a show of zeal :
But let my favours hide thy mangled face,
And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself
For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
Thy ignomy sleep with thee in the grave,
But not remember'd in thy epitaph!

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[He sees FALSTAFF on the ground. 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. O, I should have a heavy miss of thee, If I were much in love with vanity. Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day, Though many dearer, in this bloody fray: Embowell'd will I see thee by and by; Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie.

[Exit.

FAL. [Rising slowly.] Embowelled! if thou embowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder me, and eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot 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, discretion; in the which better part, I have saved my life. 'Zounds, || I am afraid of this gunpowder Percy, though he be dead. How if he should counterfeit too, and rise? By my faith,¶ I am afraid, he would prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll make him sure: yea, and I'll swear I killed him. Why may not he rise, as well as I? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me therefore, sirrah, [Stabbing him.] with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with** me. [Takes HOTSPUR on his back.

Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and PRINCE JOHN.

P. HEN. Come, brother John; full bravely hast thou flesh'd

speak;

I pr'ythee,

We will not trust our eyes, without our ears:-
Thou art not what thou seem'st.

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 killed myself, and saw thee dead.

FAL. Didst thou?-Lord, Lord, how this t 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 believed, 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, 'zounds!§ I would make him eat a piece of my sword.

P. JOHN. This is the strangest tale that e'er I

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 PRINCE HENRY and PRINCE JOHN. FAL. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, God¶ reward him !! If I do grow ** I'll great, grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. [Exit, bearing off the body.

(*) First folio, who. (1) First folio, on.

(1) First folio, trumpets sound.

(**) First folio

frequent with our early writers.

(+) First folio, the.

(§) First folio omits, 'zounds. () First folio, Heaven. adds, again.

To powder me,-] To powder, was to salt, and we still retain

the word in powdered beef.

SCENE V.-Another part of the Field.

The trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY, PRINCE HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, WESTMORELAND, and others, with WORCESTER and VERNON, pri

soners.

K. HEN. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.-
Ill-spirited Worcester! did not we
* send grace,
Pardon, and terms of love to all of you?
And would'st thou turn our offers contrary?
Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?
Three knights upon our party slain to-day,
A noble earl, and many a creature else,
Had been alive this hour,

If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne,
Betwixt our armies, true intelligence.

WOR. What I have done, my safety urg'd me

power.

You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest speed,

To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop,
Who, as we hear, are busily in arms:
Myself, and you, son Harry.-will towards Wales,
To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March.
Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,*
Meeting the check of such another day:
And since this business so fair is done,
Let us not leave till all our own be won.

(*) First folio, way.

"I thank your grace for this high courtesy, Which I shall give away immediately."

[Exeunt.