West.
Pri.
By heaven note, thou hast deceiv'd me, Lancaster,
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. H.
I saw him hold lord Percy at the point,
With lustier maintenance than I did look for
Of such an ungrown warrior.
Pri.
O, this boy
Lends mettle to us all!
[Exit.
Alarums. Enter Douglas.
Dou.
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. H.
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,
I will assay thee; so defend note thyself.
Dou.
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.
[engaging him.
The King being in Danger, Enter the Prince of Wales.
Pri.
Hold up thy note head, vile Scot, or thou art like
Never to hold it up again! the spirits
Of Shirley note,14Q0662 Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms:
It is the prince of Wales, that threatens note thee;
-- 98 --
Who never promiseth, but he note means to pay.—
[fight; and Douglas flies.
Cheerly, my lord; How fares your grace?—
Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent,
And so hath Clifton; I'll to Clifton straight.
K. H.
Stay, breath note a while:—
Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion;14Q0663
And shew'd, thou mak'st some tender of my life,
In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.
Pri.
O God! note they did me too much injury,
That ever said, I hearken'd to your note 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 pois'nous potions in the world,
And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son.
K. H.
Make up to Clifton, I'll to sir Nicholas Gawsey.
[Exit King.
As the Prince is going out, Enter Hot-spur.
Hot.
If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
Pri.
Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name.
Hot.
My name is Harry Percy.
Pri.
Then note I see
A very valiant rebel of that 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!
-- 99 --
Pri.
I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee;
And all the budding note honours on thy crest
I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.
Hot.
I can no longer brook thy vanities.
[fight.
Enter Falstaff.
Fal.
Well said, Hal! to it, Hal! Nay, you shall find
no boy's play here, I can tell you.
Enter Douglas, and makes at Falstaff;
who receives a Blow, and falls down, making Shew
as he were dead, and Exit Douglas. Hot-spur receives
a Wound, and falls.
Hot.
O, Harry, thou hast rob'd me of my youth:
I better brook note the loss of brittle life,
Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;
They wound my thoughts, worse than thy 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—
[sinks, and dies.
Pri.
For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee note well, great heart!—
Ill-weav'd 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 dead note,
Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
I should not make so dear a note shew of zeal:—
But let my favours &dagger2; hide thy mangl'd face:
-- 100 --
And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself
For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
Thy ignomy note sleep with thee in the grave,
Be not note remember'd14Q0664 in thy epitaph!—
[going, and sees Falstaff.
What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh
Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewel!
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 note deer to-day,
Though many dearer, in this bloody fray:—
Imbowel'd will I see thee by and by;
'Till then, in blood by noble Percy lye.
[Exit.
Fal.
Imbowel'd! [rising up slowly.] if thou imbowel
me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder me, and eat
me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood note, 'twas time to counterfeit,
or that hot termagant Scot had pay'd 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
gun-powder Percy, though he be dead: How if he should
counterfeit too, and rise? I note am afraid, he would prove
the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll make him sure:
giving him a Stab.] yea, and I'll swear I kill'd him note;
Why may not he rise, as well as I? Nothing confutes
me but eyes, and nobody sees me:—Therefore, sirrah,
-- 101 --
with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with note
me.
[takes Hot-spur on his Back.
Re-enter the Prince, and Prince John.
Pri.
Come, brother John, full bravely hast thou flesh'd
Thy maiden sword.
P. Jo.
But, soft! who have note we here?
Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead?
Pri.
I did; I saw him dead, breathless and bleeding
Upon the note ground.—
Art thou alive? or is it fantasy,
That plays upon our eye-sight? 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 am not note Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is
Percy: [throwing down his Load.] if your father will do
me any honour, so; if not, let him kill the note next Percy
himself. I look to be either earl or duke, I can assure you.
Pri.
Why, Percy I kill'd myself, and saw thee dead.
Fal.
Didst thou?—Lord, Lord, how this world note 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
believ'd, 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, I note would make note him eat a
piece of my sword.
P. Jo.
This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard.
Pri.
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,
-- 102 --
I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.
[Retreat sounded.
The trumpet sounds note 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 Princes.
Fal.
I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards
me, God reward note 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.
Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
