2960King. I prethee Harry withdraw thy selfe, thou blee-

2961dest too much: Lord Iohn of Lancaster, go you with him.

2962P.Ioh. Not I, my Lord, vnlesse I did bleed too.

2963Prin. I beseech your Maiesty make vp,

2964Least you retirement do amaze your friends.

2965King. I will do so:

2966My Lord of Westmerland leade him to his Tent.

2967West. Come my Lord, Ile leade you to your Tent.

2968Prin. Lead me my Lord? I do not need your helpe;

2969And heauen forbid a shallow scratch should driue

2970The Prince of Wales from such a field as this,

2971Where stain'd Nobility lyes troden on,

2972And Rebels Armes triumph in massacres.

2973Ioh. We breath too long: Come cosin Westmerland,

2974Our duty this way lies, for heauens sake come.

2975Prin. By heauen thou hast deceiu'd me Lancaster,

2976I did not thinke thee Lord of such a spirit:

2977Before, I lou'd thee as a Brother, Iohn;

2978But now, I do respect thee as my Soule.

2979King. I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point,

2980With lustier maintenance then I did looke for

2981Of such an vngrowne Warriour.

2982Prin. O this Boy, lends mettall to vs all. Exit.

2984Dow. Another King? They grow like Hydra's heads:

2985I am the Dowglas, fatall to all those

2986That weare those colours on them. What art thou

2987That counterfeit'st the person of a King?

2988King. The King himselfe: who Dowglas grieues at hart

2989So many of his shadowes thou hast met,

2990And not the very King. I haue two Boyes

2991Seeke Percy and thy selfe about the Field:

2992But seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily,

2993I will assay thee: so defend thy selfe.

2994Dow. I feare thou art another counterfeit:

2995And yet infaith thou bear'st thee like a King:

2996But mine I am sure thou art, whoere thou be,

2997And thus I win thee. They fight, the K. being in danger,

2999Prin. Hold vp they head vile Scot, or thou art like

3000Neuer to hold it vp againe: the Spirits

3001Of valiant Sherly, Stafford, Blunt, are in my Armes;

3002It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee,

3003Who neuer promiseth, but he meanes to pay.

3005Cheerely My Lord: how fare's your Grace?

3006Sir Nicolas Gawsey hath for succour sent,

3007And so hath Clifton: Ile to Clifton straight.

3008King. Stay, and breath awhile.

3009Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion,

3010And shew'd thou mak'st some tender of my life

3011In this faire rescue thou hast brought to mee.

3012Prin. O heauen, they did me too much iniury,

3013That euer said I hearkned to your death.

3014If it were so, I might haue let alone

3015The insulting hand of Dowglas ouer you,

3016Which would haue bene as speedy in your end,

3017As all the poysonous Potions in the world,

3018And sau'd the Treacherous labour of your Sonne.

3019K. Make vp to Clifton, Ile to Sir Nicholas Gausey. Exit

3021Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.

3022Prin. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name.

3023Hot. My name is Harrie Percie.

3024Prin. Why then I see a very valiant rebel of that name.

3025I am the Prince of Wales, and thinke not Percy,

3026To share with me in glory any more:

3027Two Starres keepe not their motion in one Sphere,

3028Nor can one England brooke a double reigne,

3029Of Harry Percy, and the Prince of Wales.

3030Hot. Nor shall it Harry, for the houre is come

3031To end the one of vs; and would to heauen,

3032Thy name in Armes, were now as great as mine.

3033Prin. Ile make it greater, ere I part from thee,

3034And all the budding Honors on thy Crest,

3035Ile crop, to make a Garland for my head.

3036Hot. I can no longer brooke thy Vanities. Fight.

3038Fal. Well said Hal, to it Hal. Nay you shall finde no

3039Boyes play heere, I can tell you.

3042Hot. Oh Harry, thou hast rob'd me of my youth:

3043I better brooke the losse of brittle life,

3044Then those proud Titles thou hast wonne of me,

3045They wound my thoghts worse, then the sword my flesh:

3046But thought's the slaue of Life, and Life, Times foole;

3047And Time, that takes suruey of all the world,

3048Must haue a stop. O, I could Prophesie,

3049But that the Earth, and the cold hand of death,

3050Lyes on my Tongue: No Percy, thou art dust

3051And food for---

3052Prin. For Wormes, braue Percy. Farewell great heart:

3053Ill-weau'd Ambition, how much art thou shrunke?

3054When that this bodie did containe a spirit,

3055A Kingdome for it was too small a bound:

3056But now two paces of the vilest Earth

3057Is roome enough. This Earth that beares the dead,

3058Beares not aliue so stout a Gentleman.

3059If thou wer't sensible of curtesie,

3060I should not make so great a shew of Zeale.

3061But let my fauours hide thy mangled face,

3062And euen in thy behalfe, Ile thanke my selfe

3063For doing these fayre Rites of Tendernesse.

3064Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heauen,

3065Thy ignomy sleepe with thee in the graue,

3066But not remembred in thy Epitaph.

3067What? Old Acquaintance? Could not all this flesh

3068Keepe in a little life? Poore Iacke, farewell:

3069I could haue better spar'd a better man.

3070O, I should haue a heauy misse of thee,

3071If I were much in loue with Vanity.

3072Death hath not strucke so fat a Deere to day,

3073Though many dearer in this bloody Fray:

3074Imbowell'd will I see thee by and by,

3075Till then, in blood, by Noble Percie lye.

3077Falst. Imbowell'd? If thou imbowell mee to day, Ile

3078giue you leaue to powder me, and eat me too to morow.

3079'Twas time to counterfet, or that hotte Termagant Scot,

3080had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I am no coun-

3081terfeit; to dye, is to be a counterfeit, for hee is but the

3082counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life of a man: But

3083to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liueth, is to be

3084no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life in-

3085deede. The better part of Valour, is Discretion; in the

3086which better part, I haue saued my life. I am affraide of

3087this Gun-powder Percy though he be dead. How if hee

3088should counterfeit too, and rise? I am afraid hee would

3089proue the better counterfeit: therefore Ile make him sure:

3090yea, and Ile sweare I kill'd him. Why may not hee rise as

3091well as I: Nothing confutes me but eyes, and no-bodie

3092sees me. Therefore sirra, with a new wound in your thigh

3093come you along me. Takes Hotspurre on his backe.

3095Prin. Come Brother Iohn, full brauely hast thou flesht

3096thy Maiden sword.

3097Iohn. But soft, who haue we heere?

3098Did you not tell me this Fat man was dead?

3099Prin. I did, I saw him dead,

3100Breathlesse, and bleeding on the ground: Art thou aliue?

3101Or is it fantasie that playes vpon our eye-sight?

3102I prethee speake, we will not trust our eyes

3103Without our eares. Thou art not what thou seem'st.

3104Fal. No, that's certaine: I am not a double man: but

3105if I be not Iacke Falstaffe, then am I a Iacke: There is Per-

3106cy, if your Father will do me any Honor, so: if not, let him

3107kill the next Percie himselfe. I looke to be either Earle or

3108Duke, I can assure you.

3109Prin. Why, Percy I kill'd my selfe, and saw thee dead.

3110Fal. Did'st thou? Lord, Lord, how the world is giuen

3111to Lying? I graunt you I was downe, and out of Breath,

3112and so was he, but we rose both at an instant, and fought

3113a long houre by Shrewsburie clocke. If I may bee belee-

3114ued, so: if not, let them that should reward Valour, beare

3115the sinne vpon their owne heads. Ile take't on my death

3116I gaue him this wound in the Thigh: if the man vvere a-

3117liue, and would deny it, I would make him eate a peece

3118of my sword.

3119Iohn. This is the strangest Tale that e're I heard.

3120Prin. This is the strangest Fellow, Brother Iohn.

3121Come bring your luggage Nobly on your backe:

3122For my part, if a lye may do thee grace,

3123Ile gil'd it with the happiest tearmes I haue.

3125The Trumpets sound Retreat, the day is ours:

3126Come Brother, let's to the highest of the field,

3127To see what Friends are liuing, who are dead.

3128Fal. Ile follow as they say, for Reward. Hee that re-

3129wards me, heauen reward him. If I do grow great again,

3130Ile grow lesse? For Ile purge, and leaue Sacke, and liue

3131cleanly, as a Nobleman should do. Exit