Another Part of the Field.
 Alarum. Excursions.
 Enter the KING, the PRINCE, Lord John of LANCASTER, Earl of WESTMORELAND.

King Henry	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.

Prince Henry	I beseech your majesty, make up,
	Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.

King Henry	I will do so. My Lord of Westmoreland,
	Lead him to his tent.

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

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 stained nobility lies trodden on,
	And rebels' arms triumph in massacres!

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,
	But now I do respect thee as my soul.

King Henry	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 lends mettle to us all!
												[Exit.
                              Enter DOUGLAS.

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?

King Henry	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
	I will assay thee - and defend thyself.

Douglas	I fear thou art another counterfeit;
	And yet, in faith, thou bearest thee like a king.
	But mine I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be,
	And thus I win thee.
							  [They fight, the king being in danger.

                        Re-enter PRINCE OF WALES.

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.
												[They fight. DOUGLAS flieth.
	Cheerly, my lord, how fares your grace?
	Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent,
	And so hath Clifton - I'll to Clifton straight.

King Henry	Stay, and breathe a while.
	Thou hast redeemed thy lost opinion,
	And showed thou mak'st 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 hearkened for your death.
	If it were so, I might have let alone
	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	Make up to Clifton; I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey.
												[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.
	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.

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
	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 fighteth with Falstaff, who falls down as if he were dead.
												[Exit DOUGLAS.

                  The PRINCE wounds HOTSPUR, who falls.

Hotspur	O Harry, thou hast robbed 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 flesh.
	But thoughts, the slaves of life, and life, time's fool,
	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-
												[Dies.

Prince Henry	For worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well, great heart.
	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
	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 ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,
	But not remembered in thy epitaph.
									[He spieth FALSTAFF on the ground.
	What, old acquaintance, could not all this flesh
	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 today,
	Though many dearer, in this bloody fray.
	Embowelled will I see thee by and by;
	Till then in blood by noble Percy lie.
												[Exit.
                           FALSTAFF riseth up.

Falstaff	Embowelled? If thou embowel me today, I'll give you leave 
	to powder me, and eat me too, tomorrow. '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? 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,
												[Stabs him.
	with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me.
									 [He takes up HOTSPUR on his back.

                  Re-enter PRINCE and John of LANCASTER.

Prince Henry	Come, brother John, full bravely hast thou fleshed
	Thy maiden sword.

Lancaster						But soft, whom have we here?
	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?
	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 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, 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, 
	'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.
	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.
								  [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, bearing off the body.
