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But that the earthy and cold hand of death
[Dies. Fare thee
P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy.
Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk !
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 dear a show of zeal :
But let my favors1 hide thy mangled face ;
[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.Embowelled 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 powder1 me,
glory of the prince wounds his thoughts, but thought, being dependent on life, must cease with it, and will soon be at an end. Life, on which thought depends, is itself of no great value, being the fool and sport of time; of time which, with all its dominion over sublunary things, must itself at last be stopped.-Johnson.
1 His scarf, with which he covers Percy's face.
2 Thus the folio. The quartos read ignominy.
3 To embowel was the old term for embalming the body, as was usually done by those of persons of rank.
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 1? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees Therefore, sirrah, [stabbing him,] with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me. [Takes HOTSPUR on his back.
Thy maiden sword.
Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and PRINCE JOHN.
P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast thou fleshed
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
On the ground.
Art thou alive? or is it phantasy
That plays upon our eyesight? I pr'ythee, speak;
Ful. No, that's certain; I am not a double man; but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. 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 1 heard.
P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother
Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back:
[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 P. HEN. and P. 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.Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace,
Pardon, and terms of love to all of
If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne
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 Vernon
Other offenders we will pause upon.
[Exeunt WoR. and VERNON, guarded. How goes the field?
P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when he
The fortune of the day quite turned from him,
With all my heart.
P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you This honorable bounty shall belong. Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
Up to his pleasure, ransomless, and free.
His valor, shown upon our crests to-day,
Hath taught1 us how to cherish such high deeds,
K. Hen. Then this remains,-that we divide our power.
You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland,
1 The quarto of 1598 reads shown.
FIRST PART OF KING HENRY IV.
Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest speed,
END OF VOL. III.