Earl of Westmoreland.
King.
I prithee,
Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st note too much.
Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him. note
Lan.
Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
Prince.
I beseech note your majesty, make up,
Lest your retirement note do amaze your friends.
note
King.
I will do so.
My Lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.
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West.
Come, my lord note, I'll lead you to your tent.
Prince.
Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help:
And God forbid a shallow scratch should drive
The Prince of Wales from such a field as this,
Where stain'd note nobility lies trodden on,
And rebels' arms triumph in massacres!
Lan.
We breathe too long: come, cousin Westmoreland,
Our duty this way lies; for God's note sake, come.
[Exeunt note Prince John and Westmoreland.
Prince.
By God note, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster;
I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:
Before, I loved thee as a brother, John;
But now, I do respect thee as my soul.
King.
I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point
With lustier maintenance than I did look for
Of such an ungrown warrior.
Prince.
O, this boy
Lends mettle to us all! note
[Exit.
Enter Douglas. note
Doug.
Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads:
I am the Douglas, fatal to all those
That wear those colours on them: what art thou,
That counterfeit'st the person of a king?
K. Hen.
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'st on me so luckily,
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I will assay thee: so, defend thyself note.
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, re-enter note Prince of Wales.
Prince.
Hold up thy note head, vile Scot, or thou art like
Never to hold it up again! the spirits
Of valiant note Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms note:
It is the Prince of Wales that threatens note thee;
Who never promiseth but he note means to pay.
[They fight: Douglas flies note.
Cheerly, my lord: how fares your grace?
Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent,
And so hath Clifton: I'll to Clifton straight.
King.
Stay, and note breathe awhile:
Thou hast redeem'd thy note lost opinion,
And show'd thou makest some tender of my life,
In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.
Prince.
O God note! they did me too much injury
That ever said I hearken'd note for note your death.
If it were so, 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 saved the treacherous labour of your son.
King.
Make up to Clifton: I'll to Sir note Nicholas Gawsey.
[Exit.
-- 344 --
noteEnter Hotspur.
Hot.
If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
Prince.
Thou speak'st note as if I would deny my name.
Hot.
My name is Harry Percy.
Prince.
Why, then I see
A very valiant rebel of the note name. note
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 God note
Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!
Prince.
I'll make it greater ere I part from thee;
And all the note budding honours on thy crest
I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.
Hot.
I can no longer brook thy vanities.
[They fight. note
Enter Falstaff.
Fal.
Well said, Hal! to it, Hal! Nay, you shall find
no boy's play here, I can tell you.
Re-enter Douglas; he fights note with Falstaff, who falls note down as if he
were dead note, and exit Douglas. Hotspur is wounded, and falls note.
Hot.
O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth note!
I better brook note the loss of brittle life
Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;
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They wound my thoughts worse than thy note sword note my flesh:
But thought's the slave note 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 note cold hand of death
Lies on my tongue: no, Percy, thou art dust,
And food for—
[Dies.
Prince.
For note worms, brave Percy: fare thee note well, great heart note!
Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
When that this body did contain a spirit,
A kingdom for it was too small a bound;
But now two paces of the vilest earth
Is room enough: this earth that bears thee note dead
Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
I should not make so dear note a show of zeal:
But let my favours note hide thy mangled face;
And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself
For doing these fair rites note of tenderness.
Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
Thy ignominy note sleep with thee in the grave,
But note not remember'd in thy epitaph!
[He spieth note 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 note a deer to-day,
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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.
note
Fal. [Rising up note]
Embowelled! if thou embowel me today,
I'll give you leave to powder me and eat me too tomorrow.
'Sblood note, 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant
Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I
lie note, 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 note, I am
afraid note of this gunpowder Percy, though he be dead: how, if
he should counterfeit too, and rise? by my faith note, I am
afraid he would prove the better counterfeit. Therefore
I'll make him sure; yea, and I'll swear I killed note him. Why
may not he rise as well as I? Nothing confutes me but
eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore, sirrah [stabbing
him note], with note a new wound in your thigh, come you along
with me.
[Takes up note Hotspur on his back.
noteRe-enter note the Prince of Wales and Lord John of Lancaster.
Prince.
Come, brother John; full bravely hast thou flesh'd
Thy maiden sword.
Lan.
But, soft! whom note have we here?
Did you not tell me this fat man was dead?
Prince.
I did; I saw him dead,
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Breathless and bleeding note on the ground. Art thou alive?
Or is it fantasy that plays upon our eyesight?
I prithee, speak; we will not trust our eyes
Without our ears: thou art not what thou seem'st note.
Fal.
No, that's certain; I am not a double man: but if
I be not note Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is Percy
[throwing note the body down]: if your father will do me any
honour, so; if not, let him kill note the next Percy himself. I
look to be either earl or duke, I can assure you.
Prince.
Why note, Percy I killed note myself, and saw thee dead.
Fal.
Didst thou? Lord, Lord, how this note 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 valour bear the sin upon their
own heads. I'll take it upon note my death, I gave him this
wound in the thigh: if the man were alive, and would deny
it, 'zounds note, I would note make him eat a piece of my sword.
Lan.
This is the strangest tale that ever note I heard.
Prince.
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 note is sounded.
The trumpet sounds note retreat; the day is ours note.
Come, brother, let us to the highest of the field,
To see what friends are living, who are dead.
[Exeunt note Prince of Wales and Lancaster.
Fal.
I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards
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me, God note reward him! If I do grow great note, I'll grow
less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly as a
nobleman note should do.
[Exit. note
note
William Aldis Wright [1863–1866], The works of William Shakespeare edited by William George Clark... and John Glover [and William Aldis Wright] (Macmillan and Co., London) [word count] [S10701].
