P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like Never to hold it up again! The spirits [they fight; Douglas flies. Cheerly, my lord! How fares your grace?- K. Hen. Stay, and breathe awhile: And show'd, thou makest some tender of my life, P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much injury, That ever said, I hearken'd for your If it were so, I might have let alone death. The insulting hand of Douglas over you; Which would have been as speedy in your end, K. Hen. Make up to Clifton: I'll to sir Nicholas [Exit King Henry. Gawsey. Enter HOTSpur. Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. Reputation. A 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, Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere; Hot. Nor shall it, Harry; for the hour is come thee; And all the budding honors on thy crest I'll crop, to make a garland for my head. Enter FALSTAFF. [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 flesh. But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; But that the earthy and cold hand of death [dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy! Fare thee well, great heart! 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 : Adieu!, and take thy praise with thee to heaven . 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! 1 Scarf, with which he covers Percy's face |