I prithee, Harry, withdraw thyself, thou bleed'st too much.

5.4.22961Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.

Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.

I beseech your majesty, make up,

5.4.52964Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.

I will do so. My lord of Westmorland,

5.4.72966Lead him to his tent.

Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent.

Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help,

5.4.102969And god forbid a shallow scratch should drive

5.4.112970The Prince of Wales from such a field as this,

5.4.122971Where stained nobility lies trodden on,

5.4.132972And rebels' arms triumph in massacres.

We breathe too long. Come, cousin Westmorland,

5.4.152974Our duty this way lies. For god's sake, come.

By god, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster;

5.4.172976I did not think thee lord of such a spirit.

5.4.182977Before I loved thee as a brother, John,

5.4.192978But now I do respect thee as my soul.

I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point

5.4.212980With lustier maintenance than I did look for

5.4.222981Of such an ungrown warrior.

Oh, this boy lends mettle to us all!

Another king! They grow like Hydra's heads.

5.4.252985I am the Douglas, fatal to all those

5.4.262986That wear those colors on them. What art thou

5.4.272987That counterfeit'st the person of a king?

The king himself, who, Douglas, grieves at heart

5.4.292989So many of his shadows thou hast met

5.4.302990And not the very king. I have two boys

5.4.312991Seek Percy and thyself about the field;

5.4.322992But seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily,

5.4.332993I will assay thee; and defend thyself.

I fear thou art another counterfeit;

5.4.352995And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king.

5.4.362996But mine I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be,

5.4.372997And thus I win thee.

Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like

5.4.393000Never to hold it up again! The spirits

5.4.403001Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms.

5.4.413002It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee,

5.4.423003Who never promiseth but he means to pay.

5.4.433005Cheerly, my lord! How fares your grace?

5.4.443006Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent,

5.4.453007And so hath Clifton. I'll to Clifton straight.

Stay and breathe awhile.

5.4.473009Thou hast redeemed thy lost opinion,

5.4.483010And showed thou mak'st some tender of my life,

5.4.493011In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.

O god, they did me too much injury

5.4.513013That ever said I hearkened for your death.

5.4.523014If it were so, I might have let alone

5.4.533015The insulting hand of Douglas over you,

5.4.543016Which would have been as speedy in your end

5.4.553017As all the poisonous potions in the world,

5.4.563018And saved the treacherous labor of your son.

Make up to Clifton; I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey.

If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.

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

My name is Harry Percy.

My name is Harry Percy. Why then I see

5.4.61A very valiant rebel of the name.

5.4.623025I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,

5.4.633026To share with me in glory any more.

5.4.643027Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere,

5.4.653028Nor can one England brook a double reign

5.4.663029Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales.

Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come

5.4.683031To end the one of us, and would to god

5.4.693032Thy name in arms were now as great as mine.

I'll make it greater ere I part from thee,

5.4.713034And all the budding honors on thy crest

5.4.723035I'll crop to make a garland for my head.

I can no longer brook thy vanities.

Well said, Hal! To it, Hal! Nay, you shall find no boy's 3039play here, I can tell you.

O Harry, thou hast robbed me of my youth.

5.4.763043I better brook the loss of brittle life

5.4.773044Than those proud titles thou hast won of me.

5.4.783045They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh.

5.4.793046But thoughts, the slaves of life, and life, time's fool,

5.4.803047And time, that takes survey of all the world,

5.4.813048Must have a stop. Oh, I could prophesy,

5.4.823049But that the earthy and cold hand of death

5.4.833050Lies on my tongue. No, Percy, thou art dust,

5.4.843051And food for --

For worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well, great heart.

5.4.863053Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk!

5.4.873054When that this body did contain a spirit,

5.4.883055A kingdom for it was too small a bound,

5.4.893056But now two paces of the vilest earth

5.4.903057Is room enough. This earth that bears thee dead

5.4.913058Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.

5.4.923059If thou wert sensible of courtesy,

5.4.933060I should not make so dear a show of zeal;

5.4.943061But let my favors hide thy mangled face,

5.4.953062And even in thy behalf I'll thank myself

5.4.963063For doing these fair rites of tenderness.

5.4.973064Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven.

5.4.983065Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,

5.4.993066But not remembered in thy epitaph.

5.4.1003067What, old acquaintance! Could not all this flesh

5.4.1013068Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell.

5.4.1023069I could have better spared a better man.

5.4.1033070Oh, I should have a heavy miss of thee,

5.4.1043071If I were much in love with vanity.

5.4.1053072Death hath not struck so fat a deer today,

5.4.1063073Though many dearer in this bloody fray.

5.4.1073074Embowelled will I see thee by and by.

5.4.1083075Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie.

Embowelled? If thou embowel me today, I'll give you leave 3078to powder me, and eat me too, tomorrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time 3079to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me, scot and lot 3080too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no counterfeit. To die is to be a 3081counterfeit, for he is but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not 3082the life of a man. But to counterfeit dying when a man thereby liveth 3083is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed. 3085The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part 3086I have saved my life. Zounds, I am afraid of this gunpowder 3087Percy, though he be dead. How if he should counterfeit too, and rise? 3088By my faith, I am afraid he would prove the better counterfeit. 3089Therefore I'll make him sure; yea, and I'll swear I killed him. Why 3090may not he rise as well as I? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and 3091nobody sees me. Therefore, sirrah, [stabbing him] with a new wound in your thigh, 3092come you along with me.

Come, brother John. Full bravely hast thou fleshed

5.4.1113096Thy maiden sword.

But soft; whom have we here?

5.4.1133098Did you not tell me this fat man was dead?

I did, I saw him dead,

5.4.1153100Breathless and bleeding on the ground. Art thou alive?

5.4.1163101Or is it fantasy that plays upon our eyesight?

5.4.1173102I prithee speak; we will not trust our eyes

5.4.1183103Without our ears. Thou art not what thou seem'st.

No, that's certain: I am not a double man. But if I be 3105not Jack Falstaff, then am I a jack.

5.4.120There is Percy. If your 3106father will do me any honor, so; if not, let him kill the next 3107Percy himself. I look to be either earl or duke, I can 3108assure you.

Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw thee dead.

Didst thou? Lord, lord, how this world is given to 3111lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath, and so was 3112he; but we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by 3113Shrewsbury clock. If I may be believed, so; if not, let them 3114that should reward valor bear the sin upon their own 3115heads. I'll take it upon my death I gave him this wound in the 3116thigh. If the man were alive and would deny it, zounds, I would 3117make him eat a piece of my sword.

This is the strangest tale that ever I heard.

This is the strangest fellow, brother John.

5.4.1253121[To Falstaff] Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back.

5.4.1263122For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,

5.4.1273123I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.

The trumpet sounds retreat; the day is ours.

5.4.1293126Come, brother, let us to the highest of the field

5.4.1303127To see what friends are living, who are dead.

I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, 3129god reward him. If I do grow great, I'll grow less; for I'll 3130purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman 3131should do.