| ACT V SCENE IV | Another part of the field. | |
| | Alarum. Excursions. Enter PRINCE HENRY, LORD JOHNOF LANCASTER, and EARL OF WESTMORELAND | |
| KING HENRY IV | I prithee, | |
| | Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much. | |
| | Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him. | |
| LANCASTER | Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. | 5 |
| PRINCE HENRY | I beseech your majesty, make up, | |
| | Lest your retirement do amaze your friends. | |
| KING HENRY IV | I will do so. | |
| | My Lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. | |
| WESTMORELAND | Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent. | 10 |
| PRINCE HENRY | 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 nobility lies trodden on, | |
| | and rebels' arms triumph in massacres! | 15 |
| LANCASTER | We breathe too long: come, cousin Westmoreland, | |
| | Our duty this way lies; for God's sake come. | |
| | Exeunt LANCASTER and WESTMORELAND | |
| PRINCE HENRY | By God, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster; | |
| | I did not think thee lord of such a spirit: | |
| | Before, I loved thee as a brother, John; | 20 |
| | But now, I do respect thee as my soul. | |
| KING HENRY IV | I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point | |
| | With lustier maintenance than I did look for | |
| | Of such an ungrown warrior. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | O, this boy | 25 |
| | Lends mettle to us all! | |
| | Exit | |
| | Enter DOUGLAS | |
| EARL OF DOUGLAS | 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? | 30 |
| KING HENRY IV | 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, | 35 |
| | I will assay thee: so, defend thyself. | |
| EARL OF DOUGLAS | 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. | 40 |
| | They fight. KING HENRY being in danger, PRINCEHENRY enters | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like | |
| | Never to hold it up again! the spirits | |
| | Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: | |
| | It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee; | |
| | Who never promiseth but he means to pay. | 45 |
| | They fight: DOUGLAS flies | |
| | Cheerly, my lord how fares your grace? | |
| | Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succor sent, | |
| | And so hath Clifton: I'll to Clifton straight. | |
| KING HENRY IV | Stay, and breathe awhile: | |
| | Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion, | 50 |
| | And show'd thou makest some tender of my life, | |
| | In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | O God! they did me too much injury | |
| | That ever said I hearken'd for your death. | |
| | If it were so, I might have let alone | 55 |
| | 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 HENRY IV | Make up to Clifton: I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey. | 60 |
| | Exit | |
| | Enter HOTSPUR | |
| HOTSPUR | If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name. | |
| HOTSPUR | My name is Harry Percy. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Why, then I see | |
| | A very valiant rebel of the name. | 65 |
| | 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. | 70 |
| HOTSPUR | Nor shall it, Harry; for the hour is come | |
| | To end the one of us; and would to God | |
| | Thy name in arms were now as great as mine! | |
| PRINCE HENRY | I'll make it greater ere I part from thee; | |
| | And all the budding honours on thy crest | 75 |
| | I'll crop, to make a garland for my head. | |
| HOTSPUR | I can no longer brook thy vanities. | |
| | They fight | |
| | Enter FALSTAFF | |
| FALSTAFF | 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 exitDOUGLAS. HOTSPUR is wounded, and falls | |
| HOTSPUR | O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth! | 80 |
| | I better brook the loss of brittle life | |
| | Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; | |
| | They wound my thoughts worse than sword my flesh: | |
| | But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; | |
| | And time, that takes survey of all the world, | 85 |
| | 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-- | |
| | Dies | |
| PRINCE HENRY | For worms, brave Percy: fare thee well, great heart! | 90 |
| | 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 dead | 95 |
| | 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 | 100 |
| | For doing these fair rites of tenderness. | |
| | Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven! | |
| | Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, | |
| | But not remember'd in thy epitaph! | |
| | He spieth FALSTAFF on the ground | |
| | What, old acquaintance! could not all this flesh | 105 |
| | 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 a deer to-day, | 110 |
| | 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 PRINCE HENRY | |
| FALSTAFF | Rising up | |
| | I'll give you leave to powder me and eat me too | |
| | to-morrow. 'Sblood,'twas time to counterfeit, or | 115 |
| | 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 | 120 |
| | 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 | 125 |
| | 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. | 130 |
| | Therefore, sirrah, | |
| | Stabbing him | |
| | with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me. | |
| | Takes up HOTSPUR on his back | |
| | Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Come, brother John; full bravely hast thou flesh'd | |
| | Thy maiden sword. | |
| LANCASTER | But, soft! whom have we here? | 135 |
| | Did you not tell me this fat man was dead? | |
| PRINCE HENRY | I did; I saw him dead, | |
| | Breathless and bleeding on the ground. Art | |
| | thou alive? | |
| | Or is it fantasy that plays upon our eyesight? | 140 |
| | I prithee, speak; we will not trust our eyes | |
| | Without our ears: thou art not what thou seem'st. | |
| FALSTAFF | 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 | 145 |
| | him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either | |
| | earl or duke, I can assure you. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Why, Percy I killed myself and saw thee dead. | |
| FALSTAFF | Didst thou? Lord, Lord, how this world is given to | |
| | lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath; | 150 |
| | 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 | 155 |
| | thigh: if the man were alive and would deny it, | |
| | 'zounds, I would make him eat a piece of my sword. | |
| LANCASTER | This is the strangest tale that ever I heard. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | This is the strangest fellow, brother John. | |
| | Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: | 160 |
| | 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 trumpet sounds retreat; the day is ours. | |
| | Come, brother, let us to the highest of the field, | |
| | To see what friends are living, who are dead. | 165 |
| | Exeunt PRINCE HENRY and LANCASTER | |
| FALSTAFF | I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that | |
| | rewards me, God reward 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 | |