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P. Hen. I did never see such pitiful rascals. Fal. Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit, as well as better: tush, man, mortal men, mortal men. West. Ay, but sir John, methinks they are exceeding poor and bare; too beggarly.
Fal. "Faith, for their poverty,-I know not where they had that: and for their bareness,-I am sure they never learned that of me.
P. Hen. No, I'll be sworn; unless you call three fingers on the ribs bare. But, sirrali, make haste; Percy is already in the field.
Fal. What, is the king encamped?
Did give him that same royalty he wears:
And,-when he was not six-and-twenty strong,
Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low,
A poor unminded outlaw sneaking home,-
My father gave him welcome to the shore:
And,-when he heard him swear, and vow to God,
He came but to be duke of Lancaster,
To sue his livery, and beg his peace;
With tears of innocency, and terms of zeal,-
My father, in kind heart and pity mov'd,
Swore him assistance, and perform'd it too.
Now, when the lords and barons of the realm
Perceiv'd Northumberland did lean to him,
West. He is, sir John; I fear we shall stay too The more and less came in with cap and knee; long.
To the latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a
Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.-The Rebel Camp near Shrewsbury.
Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, DOUGLAS, and
Hot. We'll fight with him to-night.
It may not be.
Doug. You give him then advantage.
Not a whit.
Hot. Why say you so? looks he not for supply?
Ver. So do we.
His is certain, ours is doubtful.
Wor. Good cousin, be advis'd; stir not to-night.
Ver. Do not, my lord.
You do not counsel well;
You speak it out of fear and cold heart.
Ver. Do me no slander, Douglas: by my life,
(And I dare well maintain it with my life,)
If well respected honor bid me on,
I hold as little counsel with weak fear,
As you, my lord, or any Scot that lives:-
Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle,
Which of us fears.
Come, come, it may not be.
I wonder much, being men of such great leading,
That you forsee not what impediments
Drag back our expedition: Certain horse
Of my cousin Vernon's are not yet come up:
Your uncle Worcester's horse came but to-day;
And now their pride and mettle is asleep,
Their courage with hard labor tame and dull,
That not a horse is half the half himself.
Hot. So are the horses of the enemy,
In general journey-bated and brought low;
The better part of ours is full of rest.
Wor. The number of the king exceedeth ours:
For God's sake, cousin, stay till all come in.
[The Trumpet sounds a parley.
Enter Sir WALTER BLUNT.
Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the king,
If you vouchsafe me hearing, and respect.
Hot. Welcome, sir Walter Blunt; And 'would to
You were of our determination!
Some of us love you well: and even those some
Envy your great deserving, and good name;
Because you are not of our quality,
But stand against us like an enemy.
Met him in boroughs, cities, villages;
Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes,
Laid gifts before him, proffered him their oaths,
Gave him their heirs; as pages followed him,
Even at the heels, in golden multitudes.
He presently,-as greatness knows itself,-
Steps me a little higher than his vow
Made to my father, while his blood was poor,
Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurg;
And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform
Some certain edicts, and some strait decrees,
That lie too heavy on the commonwealth:
Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep
Over his country's wrongs; and, by his face,
This seeming brow of justice, did he win
The hearts of all that he did angle for.
Of all the favorites, that the absent king
Proceeded further; cut me off the heads
When he was personal in the Irish war.
In deputation left behind him here,
Blunt. Tut, I came not to hear this.
Then, to the point.
In short time after, he depos'd the king;
Soon after that, depriv'd him of his life;
And, in the neck of that, task'd the whole state:
To make that worse, suffer'd his kinsman, March,
(Who is, if every owner were well placed,
Indeed his king,) to be incaged in Wales,
There without ransom to lie forfeited:
Disgraced me in my happy victories;
Sought to entrap me by intelligence;
Rated my uncle from the council-board;
In rage dismiss'd my father from the court;
Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong:
And, in conclusion, drove us to seek out
This head of safety; and, withal, to pry
Into his title, the which we find
Too indirect for long continuance.
Blunt. Shall I return this answer to the king?
Hot. Not so, sir Walter; we'll withdraw awhile.
Go to the king; and let there be impawn'd
Some surety for a safe return again,
And in the morning early shall mine uncle
Bring him our purposes: and so farewell.
Blunt. I would, you would accept of grace and
Hot. And, may be, so we shall.
'Pray heaven you do! [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.-York. A Room in the Archbishop's
Enter the Archbishop of York, and a Gentleman.
Arch. Hie, good sir Michael! bear this sealed
Blunt. And God defend but still I should stand so, With winged haste to the lord mareshal;
So long as, out of limit, and true rule,
You stand against anointed majesty!"
But to my charge.-The king hath sent to know
The nature of your griefs; and whereupon
You conjure from the breast of civil peace
Such bold hostility, teaching this duteous land
Audacious cruelty: If that the king
Have any way your good deserts forgot,-
Which he confesseth to be manifold,-
He bids you name your griefs; and, with all speed,
You shall have your desires, with interest;
And pardon absolute for yourself, and these,
Herein misled by your suggestion.
Hot. The king is kind; and, well we know, the
Knows at what time to promise, when to pay.
My father, and my uncle, and myself,
Conduct, experience. Fellowship. "Grievances.
This to my cousin Scroop; and all the rest
To whom they are directed: if you knew
How much they do import, you would make haste.
Gent. My good lord,
To-morrow, good sir Michael, is a day,
Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men
Must 'bide the touch: For, sir, at Shrewsbury,
As I am truly given to understand,
The king, with mighty and quick-raised power,
Meets with lord Harry: and I fear, sir Michael,-
What with the sickness of Northumberland,
(Whose power was in the first proportion,)
And what with Owen Glendower's absence thence,
(Who with them was a rated sinew too,
8 The delivery of his lands. The greater and the less.
2A strength on which they reckoned.
The noble Westmoreland, and warlike Blunt;
And many more corrivals, and dear men
Of estimation and command in arms.
Gent. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well oppos'd.
Arch. I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear; And, to prevent the worst, sir Michael, speed: For, if lord Percy thrive not, ere the king Dismiss his power, he means to visit us,-For he hath heard of our confederacy,And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him;
Therefore, make haste: I must go write again To other friends; and so farewell, sir Michael. [Exeunt severally.
K. Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer Above yon bosky hill! the day looks pale At his distemperature.
The southern wind Doth play the trumpet to his purposes; And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves, Foretells a tempest, and a blustering day.
K. Hen. Then with the losers let it sympathize; For nothing can seem foul to those that win.
Trumpet. Enter WORCESTER and VERNON.
How now, my lord of Worcester? 'tis not well,
That you and I should meet upon such terms
As now we meet: You have deceiv'd our trust;
And make us doff our easy robes of peace,
To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel:
This is not well, my lord, this is not well.
What say you to't? will you again unknit
This churlish knot of all-abhorred war-
And move in that obedient orb again,
Where you did give a fair and natural light;
And be no more an exhaled meteor,
A prodigy of fear, and a portent
Of broached mischief to the unborn times?
Wor. Hear me, my liege:
For mine own part, I could be well content
To entertain the lag-end of my life
With quiet hours; for, I do protest,
I have not sought the day of this dislike.
K. Hen. You have not sought for it! how comes
Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. P. Hen. Peace, chewet,' peace.
Wor. It pleas'd your majesty, to turn your looks Of favor from myself, and all our house; And yet I must remember you, my lord, We were the first and dearest of your friends. For you, my staff of office did I break In Richard's time; and posted day and night To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand, When yet you were in place and in account Nothing so strong and fortunate as I. It was myself, my brother, and his son, That brought you home, and boldly did outdare The dangers of the time: You swore to us,And you did sware that oath at Doncaster,That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state; Nor claim no further than your new-fall'n right, The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster: To this we swore our aid. But, in short space, It rain'd down fortune showering on your head; And such a flood of greatness fell on you,What with our help; what with the absent king; What with the injuries of a wanton time; The seeming sufferances that you had borne; And the contrarious winds, that held the king So long in his unlucky Irish wars, That all in England did repute him dead,And, from this swarm of fair advantages, You took occcasion to be quickly woo'd To gripe the general sway into your hand;
• Put off. A chattering bird, a pie.
Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster;
As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,
And, being fed by us, you used us so
Used the sparrow; did oppress our nest;
Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk,
That even our love durst not come near your
For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing
We were enforced, for safety sake, to fly
Out of your sight, and raise this present head:
Whereby we stand opposed by such means
As you yourself have forged against yourself;
By unkind usage, dangerous countenance,
And violation of all faith and troth
Sworn to us in your younger enterprize.
K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have articu-
Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches;
To face the garment of rebellion
With some fine color, that may please the eye
Of fickle changelings, and poor discontents,
Which gape, and rub the elbow, at the news
Of hurlyburly innovation:
And never yet did insurrection want
Such water-colors, to impaint his cause;
Nor moody beggars, starving for a time
Of pellmell havock and confusion.
P. Hen. In both our armies, there is many a soul, Shall pay full dearly for this encounter,
If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew,
The prince of Wales doth join with all the world
In praise of Henry Percy; By my hopes,—
This present enterprize set off his head,-
I do not think, a braver gentleman,
More active-valiant, or more valiant-young,
More daring, or more bold, is now alive,
To grace this latter age with noble deeds.
For my part, I may speak it to my shame,
I have a truant been to chivalry;
And so, I hear, he doth account me too:
Yet this before my father's majesty,-
I am content, that he shall take the odds
Of his great name and estimation;
And will, to save the blood on either side,
Try fortune with him in a single fight.
K. Hen. And, prince of Wales, so dare we venture thee,
Albeit, considerations infinite
Do make against it:-No, good Worcester, no,
We love our people well; even those we love,
That are mislead upon your cousin's part:
And, will they take the offer of our grace,
Both he, and they, and you, yea, every man
Shall be my friend again, and I'll be his:
So tell your cousin, and bring me word
What he will do:-But if he will not yield,
Rebuke and dread correction wait on us,
And they shall do their office. So, be gone;
We will not now be troubled with reply:
We offer fair, take it advisedly.
[Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON. P. Hen. It will not be accepted, on my life: The Douglas and the Hotspur both together Are confident against the world in arms. K. Hen. Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge;
For, on their answer, will we set on them:
And God befriend us, as our cause is just!
[Exeunt KING, BLUNT, and PRINCE JOHN. Fal. Hal, if thou see me down in the battle, and bestride me, so; 'tis a point of friendship.
P. Hen. Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship. Say thy prayers, and farewell. Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death. [Exil. Fal. 'Tis not due yet; 1 would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; Honor pricks me on. Yea, but how if honor prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honor set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honor hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honor? A word. What is in that word, honor? What is that honor? Air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it:-therefore I'll none of it: Honor is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism. [Exit.
SCENE II.-The Rebel Camp.
Enter WORCESTER and VERNON.
Wor. O, no, my nephew must not know, sir
The liberal kind offer of the king.
Ver. 'Twere best he did.
Then are we all undone.
It is not possible, it cannot be,
The king should keep his word in loving us;
He will suspect us still, and find a time
To punish this offence in other faults:
Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes:
For treason is but trusted like the fox;
Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd, and lock'd up,
Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
Look how we can, or sad, or merrily,
Interpretation will misquote our looks;
And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,
The better cherish'd, still the nearer death.
My nephew's trespass may be well forgot,
It hath the excuse of youth, and heat of blood;
And an adopted name of privilege,-
A hare-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen:
All his offences live upon my head,
And on his father's;-we did train him on;
And, his corruption being ta'en from us,
We, as the spring of all, shall pay for all.
Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know,
In any case, the offer of the king.
Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say, 'tis so.
Here comes your cousin.
Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLAS; and Officers and Soldiers, behind.
Hot. My uncle is return'd:-Deliver up My lord of Westmoreland.-Uncle, what news? Wor. The king will bid you battle presently. Doug. Defy him by the lord of Westmoreland. Hot. Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so. Doug. Marry, and shall, and very willingly. [Exit. Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the king. Hot. Did you beg any? God forbid! Wor. I told him gently of our grievances, Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus,By now forswearing that he is forsworn: He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge With haughty arms this hateful name in us. Re-enter DOUGLAS,
Doug, Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown
A brave defiance in king Henry's teeth,
And Westmoreland, that was engaged, did bear it;
Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on.
Wor. The prince of Wales stepped forth before
And, nephew, challenged you to single fight.
Hot. O, 'would the quarrel lay upon our heads; And that no man might draw short breath to-day, But I, and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me, How show'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt? Ver. No, by my soul; I never in my life Did hear a challenge urged more modestly,
Unless a brother should a brother dare
To gentle exercise and proof of arms.
He gave you all the duties of a man;
Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue;
Spoke your deservings like a chronicle;
Making you ever better than his praise,
By still dispraising praise, valued with you:
And, which became him like a prince indeed,
He made a blushing cital' of himself;
And chid his truant youth with such a grace,
As if he master'd there a double spirit,
Of teaching, and of learning, instantly.
There did he pause: But let me tell the world,-
If he outlive the envy of this day,
England did never owes so sweet a hope,
So much misconstrued in his wantoness.
Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamored
Upon his follies; never did I hear
Of any prince, so wild, at liberty:-
But, be he as he will, yet once ere night
I will embrace him with a soldier's arm,
That he shall shrink under my courtesy.-
Arm, arm, with speed:-And, fellows, soldiers,
Better consider what you have to do,
Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
Can lift your blood up with persuasion.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My lord, here are letters for you.
Hot. I cannot read them now.—
O gentlemen, the time of life is short;
To spend that shortness basely, were too long,
If life did ride upon a dial's point,
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 conscience,-the arms are fair,
When the intent of bearing them is just
Enter another Messenger.
Mess. My lord, prepare; the king comes on a pace. Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale, For I profess not talking; Only thisLet each man do his best; and here draw I 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.
[The Trumpets sound. They embrace, and
SCENE III.-Plain near Shrewsbury. Excursions, and Parties fighting. Alarum to the Battle. Then enter DOUGLAS and BLUNT, meeting.
Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus Thou crossest me? what honor dost thou seek Upon my head?
Doug. Know then, my name is Douglas;
And I do haunt thee in the battle thus,
Because some tell me that thou art a king.
Blunt. They tell thee true.
Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought
Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, king Harry,
This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee,
Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot:
And thou shall find a king that will revenge
Lord Stafford's death.
[They fight, and BLUNT is slain Enter HOTSPUR.
Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,
I never had triumph'd upon a Scot. Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king.
Hot. This, Douglas? no, I know this face full
A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt: Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.
Recital. Own. The motto of the Percy family.
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. [Exeunt.
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 honor 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 raggamuffins where they are pepper'd: 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?
P. Hen. He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. Lend me thy sword, I pr'ythee.
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't a time to jest, and dally now?
[Throws it at him, and exit.
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 carbonado1 of me.
I like not such grinning honor, as sir Walter hath:
Give me life: which if I can save, so; if not, honor
comes unlook'd for, and there's an end. [Exit.
SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field.
Alarums. Excursions. Enter the KING, PRINCE
HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, and WESTMORELAND.
K. Hen. I pr'ythee,
Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much:-
Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.
P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up,
Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
K. Hen. I will do so:-
My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.
West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your tent.
P. Hen. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your
And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive
The prince of Wales from such a field as this;
Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on,
And rebels' arms triumph in massacres!
P. John. We breathe too long:-Come, cousin
Our duty this way lies: for God's sake, come.
[Exeunt PRINCE JOHN and WESTMORELAND.
P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, Lan-
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.
K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves
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 FRINCE HENRY.
P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art
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.
Cheerly, my lord; how fares your grace?-
Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succor sent,
And so hath Clifton; I'll to Clifton straight.
K. Hen. Stay, and breathe awhile:-
Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion;
And show'd thou mak'st some tender of my life,
In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.
P. Hen. O, heaven! they did me too much
That ever said, I hearken'd for your death.
The insulting hand of Douglas over you;
If it were so, I might have let alone
Which would have been as speedy in your end,
As all the poisonous potions in the world,
And sav'd the treacherous labor of your son.
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
Hot. My name is Harry Percy.
I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,
A very valiant rebel of the name.
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 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 honors on thy crest
I'll crop to make a garland for my head.
Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities.
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
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;
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-
P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy; Fare thee well,
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;
[Exit. But now, two paces of the vilest earth
Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS.
Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads:
I am the Douglas, fatal to all those
That wear those colors on them.-What art thou,
That counterfeit'st the person of a king?
1A piece of meat cut crosswise for the gridiron.
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 favors2 hide thy mangled face;
And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself
2 Scarf, with which he covers Percy's face
For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,
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 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.
[Exit. Fal. [Rising slowly.] Embowelled! if thou embowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder 3 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 valor 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? Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead? P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless and bleeding
Upon 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 honor, 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 fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If I may be believed, so; if not, let them. that should reward valor, 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, I would make him eat a piece of my sword.
P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard. Salt
P. Hen. This is the strangest 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 sounded. 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 great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. [Exit, bearing off the body.
SCENE V.-Another Part of the Field. The Trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY, PRINCE HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, WESTMORELAND, and others; with WORCESTER and VERNON, Prisoners.
K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.
I'll-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace,
Pardon, and terms of love to all of you?
And wouldst 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 urged me to;
And I embrace this fortune patiently,
Since not to be avoided it falls on me.
K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Ver-
Other offenders we will pause upon.-
[Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded. How goes the field?
P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when he
The noble Percy slain, and all his men
The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him,
Upon the foot of fear,-fled with the rest;
And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis'd,
The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace,
That the pursuers took him. At my tent
I may dispose of him.
With all my heart.
This honorable bounty shall belong:
P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you,
Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
Up to his pleasure, ransomless and free:
His valor shown upon our crests to-day,
Even in the bosom of our adversaries.
Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds
K. Hen. Then this remains, that we divide our 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,
And since this business so fair is done,
Meeting the check of such another day:
Let us not leave till all our own be won. [Exeunt.