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as I have done this day. 3 I have paid Percy, I have made him fure.

P. Henry. He is, indeed, and living to kill thee : I pr’ythee, lend me thy sword. Fal

. Nay, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.

P. Henry. Give it me. What, is it in the case ?

Fal. Ay, Hal, 'tis hot. There's that will 4 fack a city.

[The prince draws it out, and finds it a bottle of sack. P. Henry. What, is it a time to jest and dally now?

[Throws it at bim, and exit. Fal. s 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 6 a carbonado of me. I like not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath : give

surmounted almost invincible obstacles to deprive the emperor of his right of investiture of bithops, which his predece lors had long attempted in vain. Fox, in his hiftory, had made this Gregory so odious, that I don't doubt but the good Protestants of that time were well pleased to hear him thus characterized, as uniting the attributes of their two great enemies, the Turk and Pope, in one. WARBURTON. 3 I have paid Percy, I have made him sure.

P. Henry. He is, indeed, and, &c.) The prince's answer, which is apparently connected with Falstaff's last words, does not cohere so well as if the knight had said,

I have made him sure ; Percy's safe enough. Perhaps a word or two like these may be lokt. Johnson. - fack a city.) A quibble on the word fack.

JOHNSON. s If Percy be alive, I'll pierce him.] Certainly, he'll pierce him, i. e. Prince Henry will, who is just gone out to seek him. Besides, I'll pierce him, contradicts the whole turn and humoor of the speech. WARBURTON.

I rather take the conceit to be this. To pierce a vessel is to tap it. Falstaff takes up his bottle which the prince had tofied as his head, and being about to animate himself with a draught, cries, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him, and so draws the cork. I do not propose this with much confidence. Johnson.

a carbonado of me.) A carbonado is a piece of mcat cut cross-wise for the gridiron. JOHNSON,


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me life, which if I can save, so: if not, honour comes unlook'd for, and there's an end.





Alarm, excursions. Enter the king, the prince, lord

John of Lancaster, and the earl of Westmorlend. K. Henry. Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'it

too much:Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.

Len. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.

P. Henry. I beseech your majesty, make up,
Left your retirement do amaze your friends.

K. Henry. I will do so.--
My lord of Westmorland, lead him to his tent.

Wej. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your tent.
P. Glenry. Lead me, my lord! I do not need your

help; And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive The prince o: Wales from such a field as this, Where stain’d nobility lies trodden on, And rebels arms triumph in massacres ! Lan. We breathe too long. Come, cousin West

morland, Our duty this way lies; for heaven's fake, come.

[Exeunt P. John and Welt

. P. Henry. By heaven, thou haft 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. Henry, I saw him hold lord Percy at the point,
With lustier maintenance than I did look for
Of such an ungrown warrior.

P. Henry. Oh, this boy Lends mettle to us all!



Enter Douglas. Dotig. Another king!--they grow, like Hydra's

I am the Douglas, fatal to all thore
That wear thote colours on them.- What art thou,
That counterfeit'st the person of a king?
K. Henry. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves

at heart,
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 it on me so luckily,
I will affay thee; so defend thyself.

Doug. I fear, thou art another countefeit :
And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king:
But mine, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou bey
And thus I win thee.

[Tbey fight, the king being in danger.

Enter prince Henry. P. Herry. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art

like Never to hold it up again! the spirits Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms. It is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee; Who never promifeth, but he means to pay.

[They fight, Douglas fiyeth.
Chearly, my lord; how fares your grace?
Sir Nicholas Gawfey hath for succour sent,
And so hath Clifton : l'il to Clifton strait.

K. Henry. Stay, and breathe a-while:-
Thou hart redeem'd thy lost opinion ;
And shew'd, thou mak'it fome tender of my life,
In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.

P. Henry. O heaven! they did me too much injury, That ever said, I hearken’d for your death.

If it were fo, I might have let alone
The insulting hand of Douglas over you ;
Which would have been as speedy in your end,
As all the poisonous potions in the world,
And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son.
K. Henry. Make up to Clifton, I'll to Sir Nicholas


Enter Hotspur.
Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
P. Henry. Thou speak’st as if I would deny my


Hot. My name is Harry Percy.

P. Henry. Why, then I see
A very valiant rebel of that name.
I am the prince of Wales : and think not, Percy,
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 heaven,
Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!

P. Henry. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee; And all the budding honours on thy crest I'll crop, to make a garland for my

head. Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. [Figbt.

Enter Falstaff. Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!--Nay, you shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you.

Enter Douglas, ke fights with Falstaff, who falls down

as if he were dead. Percy is wounded, and falls.

Hof. 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

But thought's the Nave 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 duit,
And food for

[Dies. P. Henry. For worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well,

great heart! 8 Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! When that this body did contain a spirit, 9 A kingdom for it was too small a bound: But now, two paces of the vileft earth Is room enough. This earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive fo stout a gentleman. If thou wert sensible of courtesy, I should not make so great a show of zeal: But let my favours hide thy mangled face, And, even in thy behalf, I thank myself.


those proud titles thou hast won of me;
They wound my thoughts,
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;

And time- - must have a fiop.] Hotspur in his last moments endeavours to console himself. The glory of the prince wounds his thoughts; but thought, being dependent on life, muft ceafe 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, mufi itself at last be stopped. JOHNSON.

$ 1!!-weav'd ambition, &c.] A metaphor taken from cloth, which shrinks when it is ill-weav'd, when its texture is loose.

JOHNSON 9 A kingdom, &c.]

Carminibus confide bonis-jacet ecse Tibullus

Vix manet e toto parva quod urna capit. Ovid. Johnson.

But let my favours hide thy mangled face,] We should read fazour, face or countenance. He atooping down here to kiss Hotspur. WARBURTON.

He rather covers his face with a scarf, to hide the ghaftliness of death. JOHNSON.


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