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I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:
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. O, this boy
Lends mettle to us all!
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,
K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at
So many of his shadows thou hast met,
And not the very king. I have two boys,
Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit ;
[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 Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms:
It is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee;
Who never promiseth, but he means to pay.
[They fight; DOUGLAS flies.
K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while :-
P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much injury, That ever said, I hearken'd for your death.
If it were so, I might have let alone
K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to sir Nicholas
[Exit King HENRY.
Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name. Hot. My name is Harry Percy.
P. Hen. Why, then I see
very valiant rebel of the name.
I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,
To share with me in glory any more:
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere;
Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come
To end the one of us; And 'would to God,
Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!
P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee; And all the budding honours on thy crest
I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.
Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. [They fight.
Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!—Nay, you shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you.
Enter DOUGLAS; he fights with FALSTAFF, who falls down as if he were dead, and exit DOUGLAS. HOTSPUR is wounded, and falls.
Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth, I better brook the loss of brittle life,
Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;
They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;
Lies on my tongue :-No, Percy, thou art dust,
P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee well,
Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
now, two paces of the vilest earth
Is room enough:-This earth, that bears thee dead,
If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
I should not make so dear a show of zeal :-
But not remember'd in thy epitaph!—
[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,
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? 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
Thy maiden sword.
P. John. But, soft! whom have we here?
you not tell me, this fat man was dead?
P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless, and bleed
Upon the ground.
Art thou alive? or is it phantasy
That plays upon our eyesight? I 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 killed 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