P. Henry.
Come brother John, full bravely hast thou flesht
Thy maiden sword.

Lan.
But soft, whom have we here?
Did you not tell me this fat man was dead?

P. Henry.
I did, I saw him dead,
And breathless on the ground: art thou alive,
Or is it Fancy 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 Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack: there is Percy, if your father will do me any honour, so; if not, let him kill the next Percy himself. I look either to be Earl or Duke, I can assure you.

P. Henry.

Why, Percy I kill'd my self, and saw thee dead.

Fal.

Did'st thou? lord, lord, how the 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't on 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.

Lan.
This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard.

P. Henry.
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 is sounded.
The trumpets sound retreat, the day is ours:
Come brother, let's to th'highest of the field,

To see what friends are living, who are dead. [Exeunt.

Fal.

I'll follow as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, heav'n reward him. If I do grow great I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly, as a noble man should do.