To share with me in glory any more: 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 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. HOTSPUP is wounded, and falls. Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my I better brook the loss of brittle life, [youth, Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my flesh:[fool; But thought's the slave of life, and life time's 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, [Dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee well, great heart! And food for Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! [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, 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 slowy.] Embowelled! if thou embower me to-day, I'll give you leave to powdert 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 Scarf, with which he covers Percy's face. + Salt. well as I? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore, sirral, [Stabbing him.] with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me. [Takes HOTSPUR n 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 wa dead? P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless and bleeding Upon the ground. Art thou alive? or is it fantasy 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. 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 arose 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, I would make him eat a piece of my sword. P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I 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 Prince HENRY and Prince JOEN. 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, WESTMORBLAND, and others with WORCESTER, and VERNON, prisoners. K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find re buke. Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace, If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne Wor. What I have done, my safety urged me Other offenders we will pause upon. [Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded. How goes the field? P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when he saw The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, K. Hen. With all my heart. [you P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster to This honourable bounty shall belong: Go to the Douglas, and deliver him Up to his pleasure, ransomless, and free: His valour, shown upon our creats to-day, Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds, Even in the bosom of our adversaries. 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 Who, as we hear, are busily in arms. To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March Warkworth.—Before Northumberland's Castle. Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, Among my household? Why is Rumour here? Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his towns Between that royal field of Shrewsbury They bring smooth comforts false, worse than [Exit true wrongs. ACT I. SCENE 1.-The same.-The PORTER before the Gate; Enter Lord BARDOLPH. Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho?— Where is the earl? Port. What shall I say you are? -Northumberland castle. Bara. Tell thou the earl, Please it your honour, knock but at the gate, Enter NORTHUMBERLAND. North. What news, lord Bardolph.? every Should be the father of some stratagem:* Bard. Noble earl, I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. Bard. As good as heart can wish:- North. How is this deriv'd? Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury? Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came from thence; A gentleman well bred, and of good name, That freely render'd me these news for true. North. Here comes my servant, Travers, whom I sent On Tuesday last to listen after news. Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; And he is furnish'd with no certainties, More than he haply may retain from me. Enter TRAVERS. North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come with you? Tra. My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd, He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him North. Ha! -Again. North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title So looks the strond, whereon the imperious North. How doth my son, and brother? But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue, burn'd: And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it. This thou would'st say,-Your son did thus, and thus, [las; Your brother, thus; so fought the noble DougStopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds: But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed, Ending with-brother, son, and all are dead. Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, But, for my lord your son, North. Why, he is dead. [yet: He, that but fears the thing he would not See, what a ready tongue suspicion bath? know, [eyes, That what he fear'd is chanced. Yet speak, Hath, by instinct, knowledge from others' Morton; Tell thou thy eari, his divination lies; Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid: dead. I see a strange confession in thine eye: [sin, dead. Mor. I am sorry, I should force you to be- That, which I would to heaven I had not seen: Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold? Rend'ring faint quittance, wearied and out Of Hotspur, coldspur? that rebellion Had met ill-luck! Burd. My lord, I'll tell you what;— If my young lord your son have not the day, Upon mine honour, for a silken point; breath'd To Harry Monmouth: whose swift wrath The never-daunted Percy to the earth, North. Why should the gentleman, that rode Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,) by Travers, Give then such instances of loss? Bard. Who, he? Being bruited once, took fire and heat away From the best temper'd courage in his troops: That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim, cester Too soon ta'en prisoner: and that furious Scot, The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword Had three times slain the appearance of the [king, 'Gan vail his stomach, and did grace the shame Of those that turn'd their backs; and, in his [flight, Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all Is,that the king hath won; and hath sent out A speedy power to encounter you, my lord, Under the conduct of young Lancaster, And Westmoreland: this is the news at full. North. For this I shall have time enough to mourn. In poison there is physic; and these news, Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life, Are thrice themselves: hence therefore, thou nicet crutch; A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel, Must glove this hand and hence, thou sickly quoif,! Thou art a guard too wanton for the head, Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit. Now bind my brows with iron; and approach The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring, To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland! Let heaven kiss earth! Now let not nature's hand Keep the wild flood confin'd! let order die! Tra. This strained passion doth you wrong, my lord. Bard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from your honour. Mor. The Lives of all your loving complices Lean on your health; the which, if you give To stormy passion, must perforce decay. [o'er You cast the event of war, my noble lord," And summ'd the account of chance, before you said, Let us make head. It was your presurmise, That in the doles of blows your son might drop: You knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, * T-t fail. + Trifling. + Cap. § Distribution. Of wounds, and scars; and that his forward spirits [rang'd; Yet did you say,-Go forth; and none of this, Would lift him where most trade of danger Though strongly apprehended, could restrain The stiff-berne action: What hath then befallen, Or what hath this bold enterprize brought forth, More than that being which was like to be? Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss, The gentle archbishop of York is up, As men drink potions; that their weapons only Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts, stones. Derives from heaven his quarrel, and his cause; Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke; Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land, And more, and less, do flock to follow him. North. I knew of this before; but, to speak truth, Go in with me; and counsel every man [Exeunt. SCENE II.-London.-A Street. Enter Sir JouN FALSTAFF, with his PAGE bearing his Sword and Buckler. Fal. Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to my water? good healthy water: but, for the party that Page. He said, Sir, the water itself was a owed it, he might have more diseases than he knew for. Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird|| at clay, man, is not able to vent any thing that me: The brain of this foolish-compounded tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is inbut the cause that wit is in other men. I do vented on me: I am not only witty in myself, here walk before thee, like a sow, that hath overwhelmed all her litter but one. If the prince put thee into my service for any other judgement. Thou whoreson mandrake,¶ thou reason than to set me off, why then I have no |