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And thus I win thee. [They fight; the King being in danger, enter.
[They fight; Douglas flies.
K. Hen. Stay,' and breathe a while:-
P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much injury,
The insulting hand of Douglas over you;
[Exit King Henry.
Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Mon
mouth. P. Hen. Thou speak’st as if I would deny my
Hot. My name is Harry Percy.
Why, then I see
To share with me in glory any more:
Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come
V. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee;
head. Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities.
[They 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; he fights with FALSTAFF, who
I better brook the loss of brittle life,
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop. O, I could prophecy,
40, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth:] Shakspeare has chosen to make Hotspur fall by the band of the Prince of Wales; but there is, I believe, ro authority for the fact. Halinshed says, “ The king slew that day with his own hand six and thirty persons of his enemies. The other si. e. troops] of his party, encouraged by his doings, fought valiantly, and slew the Lord Percy, called Henry Hotspur.” Speed says Percy was killed by an unknown hand. MALONE.
But that the earthy and cold hand of death
[Dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee 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, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. If thou wert sensible of courtesy, I should not make so dear a show of zeal: But let my favours hide thy mangled face; 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 sleep with thee in the grave, But not remember'd in thy epitaph!
[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:
those proud titles thou hast won of me; &c.] Hotspur la his last moments endeavours to console himself. The glory of the prince wounds his thoughts; but thought, being dependent on life, must cease 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 sublu. nary things, must itself at last be stopped. JOHNSON.
But let my favours hide thy mangled face ;] He covers his face with a scarf, to hide the ghastliness of death.
só fat a deer] There is in these lines a very natural mixture of the serious and ludicrous, produced by the view of Percy and Falstaff.
Embowell'd will I see thee by and by;
Fal. [Rising slowly.] Embowelled ! if thou embowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder 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 well as I? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore, sirrah, [Stabbing him.) with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with
[Takes HOTSPUR on 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 was dead? P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless and
bleeding Upon the ground. Art thou alive? or is it phantasy That plays upon our eyesight? 'I pr’ythee, speak;
We will not trust our eyes, without our ears:
а 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 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 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
[A Retreat is sounded.
[Exeunt Prince Henry and Prince John. Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great,
do thee grace,
a double man:] That is, I am not Falstaff and Percy to. gether, though having Percy on my back, I seem double.