To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere; Thy name in arms were now as great as mine! Fal. Well said," Hal! to it, Hal! boy's play here, I can tell you. : [They fight. Nay, you shall find no 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; flesh : And Time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy, But that the earthy and cold hand of death Lies on my tongue. No, Percy, thou art dust, And food for - [Dies. Prince. For worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well, great heart! Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; Is room enough. This earth that bears thee dead If thou wert sensible of courtesy, I should not make so great a show of zeal : The phrase well said was often used in the sense of well done. 8 Favours refers to the scarf with which he covers Percy's face. THE DEATH OF HOTSPUR. And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to Heaven! 9 Thy ignomy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remember'd in thy epitaph! What, old acquaintance! 91 [Exit. [He sees FALSTAFF on the Ground. could not all this flesh Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell! I could have better spared 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. Fal. [Rising.] Embowell'd! if thou embowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder me,2 and eat me too, to-morrow. -'Sblood! 't was 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 kill'd him. Why may not he rise as well as I Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore, sirrah, with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with [Takes HOTSPUR on his Back. me. Re-enter Prince HENRY with Prince JOHN. Prince. Come, brother John; full bravely hast thou flesh'd John. But, soft! whom have we here? Did you not tell me this fat man was dead? Ignomy was a common contraction of ignominy. 1 To imbowel was the old term for embalming the body. 2 To powder was the old word for to salt. Prince. I did; I saw him dead, breathless and bleeding On the ground. Art thou alive? or is it phantasy That plays upon our eyesight? I pr'ythee, speak; 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. Prince. 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 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. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard. Prince. This is the strangest fellow, brother John. — I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. SHAKESPEARE. LIVING BY THE WITS. Present RHODERIQUE and MUGERON. Enter, to them, MONSIEUR D'OLIVE. Rhoderique. What, Monsieur D'Olive! the only admirer of wit and good words. D'Olive. Morrow, wits, morrow, good wits: my little parcels of wit, I have rods in pickle for you. How dost, Jack? may I call thee Sir Jack yet? 8 Jack was used as a term of contempt, like our jackanapes. LIVING BY THE WITS. 93 Mugeron. You may, Sir; Sir's as commendable an addition as Jack, for aught I know. D'Ol. I know it, Jack, and as common too. Rhod. Go to; you may cover; we have taken notice of your embroidered beaver. D'Ol. Look you: by Heaven thou 'rt one of the maddest bitter slaves in Europe: I do but wonder how I made shift to love thee all this while. Rhod. Go to; what might such a parcel-gilt cover be worth? Mug. Perhaps more than the whole piece besides. D'Ol. Good, i̇' faith, but bitter. O, you mad slaves! I think you had Satyrs to your sires, yet I must love you, I must take pleasure in you; and, i' faith, tell me, how is 't? live I see you do, but how but how, wits? Rhod. 'Faith, as you see, like poor younger brothers. D'Ol. By your wits? Mug. Nay, not turned poets, neither. D'Ol. Good, in sooth! But indeed, to say truth, time was when the sons of the Muses had the privilege to live only by their wits, but times are altered; monopolies are now called in, and wit 's become a free trade for all sorts to live by: lawyers live by wit, and they live worshipfully; soldiers live by wit, and they live honourably; panders live by wit, and they live honestly in a word, there are but few live by labour, as fools and fiddlers do by making mirth, pages and parasites by making legs, painters and players by making mouths and faces: ha, does 't well, wits? Rhod. 'Faith, thou followest a figure in thy jests, as country gentlemen follow fashions, when they be worn threadbare. D'Ol. Well, well, let's leave these wit-skirmishes, and, say, when shall we meet? Mug. How think you? are we not met now? D'Ol. Tush, man! I mean at my chamber, where we may make free use of ourselves; that is, drink sack, and talk satire, and let our wits run the wild-goose chase over Court and country. I will have my chamber the rendezvous of all good wits, the shop of good words, the mint of good jests, an ordinary of fine discourse; critics, essayists, linguists, poets, and other professors of that faculty of wit, shall at certain hours i' the day resort thither; it shall be a second Sorbonne, where all doubts or differences of learning, honour, duel ism, criticism, and poetry, shall be disputed: and how, wits? do ye follow the Court still? Rhod. Close at heels, Sir; and, I can tell you, you have much to answer to your stars, that you do not so too. D'Ol. As why, wits? as why? Rhod. Why, sir, the Court's as 't were the stage; and they that have a good suit of parts and qualities ought to press thither to grace them, and receive their due merit. D'Ol. Tush, let the Court follow me: he that soars too near the Sun melts his wings many times: as I am, I possess myself, I enjoy my liberty, my learning, my wit: as for wealth and honour, let 'em go; I'll not lose my learning to be a lord, nor my wit to be an alderman. Mug. Admirable D'Olive! D'Ol. And what! you stand gazing at this comet here, and admire it, I dare say. Rhod. And do not you? D'Ol. Not I; I admire nothing but wit. Rhod. But I wonder how she entertains time in that solitary cell does she not take tobacco, think you? D'Ol. She does, she does: others make it their physic, she makes it her food: her sister and she take it by turns, first one, then the other, and Vandome ministers to them both. Mug. How sayest thou by that Helen of Greece the Countess's sister? here were a paragon, Monsieur D'Olive, to admire and marry too. D'Ol. Not for me. Rhod. No! what exceptions lie against the choice? D'Ol. Tush, tell me not of choice: if I stood affected that way, I would choose my wife as men do valentines, blindfold, or draw cuts for them, for so I shall be sure not to be deceived in choosing ; for take this of me, there's ten times more deceit in women than in horse flesh; and I say still, that a pretty well-paced chambermaid is the only fashion: if she grows full, give her but sixpence to buy her a hand-basket, and send her the way of all flesh; there's no more but so. Mug. Indeed, that's the savingest way. D'Ol. O me! what a hell 't is for a man to be tied to the continual charge of a coach, with the appurtenances, horses, men, and |