Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion, 50. [Erit. Why, then I see Hot. Nor shall it, Harry; for the hour is come 70 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 with FALSTAFF, who falls down as if he were dead, and exit Douglas. HOTSPUR is woundell, and falls. Hot. 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 fesli: But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; 81 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 dust, And food for Dier. hcart! 90 100 Bui not remember'd in thy epitaph! [He spieth Falstaff on the ground. (Exit. 110 * Fal. [Rising up] Embowelled! if thou embowel me today, I'll give you leave to powder me and eat me too toinorrow. '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 Jiveth, 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? by my faith, 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 me. [ Takes up Hotspur on his back. Re-enter the PRINCE OF WALES and LORD JOHN OF LAN CASTER. Prince. Come, brother John; full bravely hast thou flesh'd Thy maiden sword. Lan. But, soft! whom have we here? Prince. I did; I saw him dead, Fal. No, that's certain; I am not a double man: 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. Í look to be either earl or duke, I can assure you. Prince. Why, Percy I killed myself and saw thcc dead. Fal. Didst thou? Lord, Lord, how this world is given Prince. This is the strangest fellow, brother John. [A retreat is sounded. [Excunt Prince of Wales and Lancaster. Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, God reward his! If I do grow great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly as a nobleman should do. [Erit. LORD JOIN OF LANCASTER, EARL OF WESTMONELAND, Pardon and terms of love to all of you? 10 King. Bear Worcester to the death and Vernon too: [Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. How goes the field: Prince. The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when he saw 20 With all my heart. 30 Even in the bosom of our adversaries, Lan. I thank your grace for this high courtesy, King. Then this remains, that we divide our power. [Excunt. 1 THE SECOND PART OF KING HENRY IV. DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. RUMOUR, the Presenter. SIR JOHN COLEVILE, King HENRY the Fourth. TRAVERS and Morton, retainers HENRY, PRINCE OF of Northuinberland. Wales, afterwards SIR JOHN FALSTAFF. King Henry V., His Page. THOMAS, DUKE OF BARDOLPH, CLARENCE, his sons. PISTOL. PRINCE JOHN OF LAN Poiss. CASTER, PETO. PRIxce HUMPHREY OF SHALLOW, GLOUCESTER, SILENCE, country justices. EARL OF WARWICK. DAVY, Servant to Shallow EARL OF WESTMORELAND. MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, EARL OF SURREY. and BULLCALF, recruits. GOWER. Fang and Snare, sheriff's officers. HARCOURT. BLIXT. Lady NORTHUMBERLAND. LADY PERCY. * tavern in Eastcheap. EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND. DOLL TEARSHEET. SCROOP, Archbishop of York, Lords and Attendants; Porter, LORD MOWBRAY. Prawers, Beadles, Grooms, &c. LORD HASTINGS. LORD BARDOLPH. A Dancer,speaker of the epilogue. SCENE: England. INDUCTION. Enter Rumour, painted full of tongues. |