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The First Part of King Henry the Fourth. Come bring your luggage Nobly on your backe: For my part, if a lye may do thee grace, Ile gil'd it with the happiest tearmes I haue. A Retreat is sounded. The Trumpets sound Retreat, the day is ours:
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Come Brother, let's to the highest of the field, To see what Friends are liuing, who are dead.
Exeunt Fal.

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

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

Ile grow lesse? For Ile purge, and leaue sacke, and liue

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cleanly, as a Nobleman should do.

Exit
Scæna Quarta. [Act 5, Scene 5] The Trumpets sound. Enter the King, Prince of Wales, Lord Iohn of Lancaster, Earle of Westmerland, with Worcester & Vernon Prisoners. King. Thus euer did Rebellion finde Rebuke. Ill‑spirited Worcester, did we not send Grace, Pardon, and tearmes of Loue to all of you? And would'st thou turne our offers contrary?
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Misuse the tenor of thy Kinsmans trust? Three Knights vpon our party slaine to day, A Noble Earle, and many a creature else, Had beene aliue this houre, If like a Christian thou had'st truly borne
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Betwixt out Armies, true Intelligence.
Wor. What I haue done, my safety vrg'd me to,

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And I embrace this fortune patiently, Since not to be auoyded, it fals on mee. King. Beare Worcester to death, and Vernon too:
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Other Offenders we will pause vpon. Exit Worcester and Vernon. How goes the Field?
Prin. The Noble Scot Lord Dowglas, when hee saw The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, The Noble Percy slaine, and all his men,
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Vpon the foot of feare, fled with the rest; And. falling from a hill, he was so bruiz'd That the pursuers tooke him. At my Tent The Dowglas is, and I beseech your Grace. I may dispose of him.
King.
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With all my heart.
Prin. Then Brother Iohn of Lancaster, To you this honourable bounty shall belong: Go to the Dowglas, and deliuer him Vp to his pleasure, ransomlesse and free:
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His Valour shewne vpon our Crests to day, Hath taught vs how to cherish such high deeds, Euen in the bosome of our Aduersaries.
King. Then this remaines: that we diuide our Power. You Sonne Iohn, and my Cousin Westmerland
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Towards Yorke shall bend you, with your deerest speed To meet Northumberland, and the Prelate Scroope, Who (as we heare) are busily in Armes. My Selfe, and you Sonne Harry will towards Wales, To fight with Glendower, and the Earle of March.
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Rebellion in this Land shall lose his way, Meeting the Checke of such another day: And since this Businesse so faire is done, Let vs not leaue till all our owne be wonne.
Exeunt.
FINIS.

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Scena Tertia. [Act 5, Scene 4] Alarum, excursions, enter the King, the Prince, Lord Iohn of Lancaster, and Earle of Westmerland. King.

I prethee Harry withdraw thy selfe, thou blee­

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

P. Ioh. Not I, my Lord, vnlesse I did bleed too. Prin. I beseech your Maiesty make vp, Least you retirement do amaze your friends. King. I will do so:
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My Lord of Westmerland leade him to his Tent.
West. Come my Lord, Ile leade you to your Tent. Prin. Lead me my Lord? I do not need your helpe; And heauen forbid a shallow scratch should driue The Prince of Wales from such a field as this,
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Where stain'd Nobility lyes troden on, And Rebels Armes triumph in massacres.
Ioh. We breath too long. Come cosin Westmerland, Our duty this way lies, for heauens sake come. Prin. By heauen thou hast deceiu'd me Lancaster,
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I did not thinke thee Lord of such a spirit: Before, I lou'd thee as a Brother, Iohn; But now, I do respect thee as my Soule.
King. I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point, With lustier maintenance then I did looke for
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Of such an vngrowne Warriour.
Prin.

O this Boy, lends mettall to vs all.

Exit. Enter Dowglas. Dow. Another King? They grow like Hydra's heads: I am the Dowglas, fatall to all those That weare those colours on them. What art thou
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That counterfeit'st the person of a King?
King. The King himselfe: who Dowglas grieues at The bottom of this page has been torn and repaired, obscuring the catchword. So many of his shadowes thou hast met, And not the very King. I haue two Boyes Seeke Percy and thy selfe about the Field:
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But seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily, I will assay thee: so defend thy selfe.
Dow. I feare thou art another counterfeit: And yet infaith thou bear'st thee like a King: But mine I am sure thou art, whoere thou be,
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And thus I win thee.
They fight, the K. King being in danger, Enter Prince. Prin. Hold vp they head vile Scot, or thou art like Neuerto hold it vp againe: the Spirits Of valiant Sherly, Stafford, Blunt, are in my Armes; It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee,
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Who neuer promiseth, but he meanes to pay. They Fight, Dowglas flyeth. Cheerely My Lord: how fare's your Grace? Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, And so hath Clifton: Ile to Clifton straight.
King. Stay, and breath awhile.
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Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion, And shew'd thou mak'st some tender of my life In this faire rescue thou hast brought to mee.
Prin. O heauen, they did me too much iniury, That euer said 1 hearkned to your death.
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If it were so, I might haue let alone The insulting hand of Dowglas ouer you, Which would haue bene as speedy in your end, As all the poysonous Potions in the world, And sau'd the Treacherous labour of your Sonne.
K.
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Make vp to Clifton, Ile to Sir Nicholas Gausey.
Exit Enter Hotspur. Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. Prin. Thou, speak'st as if I would deny my name. Hot. My name is Harrie Percie. Prin. Why then I see a very valiant rebel of that name.
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I am the Prince of Wales, and thinke not Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two Starres keepe not their motion in one Sphere, Nor can one England brooke a double reigne, Of Harry Percy, and the Prince of Wales.
Hot.
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Nor shall it Harry, for the houre is come To end the one of vs; and would to heauen, Thy name in Armes, were now as great as mine.
Prin. Ile make it greater, ere I part from thee, And all the budding Honors on thy Crest,
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Ile crop, to make a Garland for my head.
Hot. I can no longer brooke thy Vanities. Fight. Enter Falstaffe. Fal.

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

Boyes play heere, I can tell you.

Enter Dowglas, he fights with Falstaffe, who fals down as if he were dead. The Prince killeth Percie. Hot. Oh Harry, thou hast rob'd me of my youth:
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I better brooke the losse of brittle life, Then those proud Titles thou hast wonne of me, They wound my thoghts worse, then the sword my flesh: But thought's the slaue of Life, and Life, Times foole; And Time, that takes suruey of all the world,
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Must haue a stop, O, I could Prophesie, But that the Earth, and the cold hand of death, Lyes on my Tongue: No Percy, thou art dust And food for⸺
Prin. For Wormes, braue Percy. Farewell great heart:
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Ill‑weau'd Ambition, how much art thou shrunke? When that this bodie did containe a spirit, This line is partly distorted by a tear at the bottom of the page. A Kingdome for it was too small a bound: But now two paces of the vilest Earth An ink mark follows the end of this line. Is roome enough. This Earth that beares the dead,
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Beares not aliue so stout a Gentleman. If thou wer't sensible of curtesie, I should not make so great a shew of Zeale. But let my fauours hide thy mangled face, And euen in thy behalfe, Ile thanke my selfe
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For doing these fayre Rites of Tendernesse. Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heauen, Thy ignomy sleepe with thee in the graue, But not remembred in thy Epitaph. What? Old Acquaintance? Could not all this flesh
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Keepe in a little life ? Poore Iacke, farewell: I could haue better spar'd a better man. O, I should haue a heauy misse of thee, If I were much in loue with Vanity. Death hath not strucke so fat a Deere to day,
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Though many dearer in this bloody Fray: Imbowell'd will I see thee by and by, Till then, in blood, by Noble Percie lye.
Exit. Falstaffe riseth vp. Falst.

Imbowell'd? if thou imbowell mee to day, Ile

giue you leaue to powder me, and eat me too to morrow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

deede. The better part of V our, is Discretion; in the

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

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

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

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proue the better counterfeit: therefore Ile make him sure:

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

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

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

come you along me.

Takes Hotspurre on his backe. Enter Prince and Iohn of Lancaster. Prin.
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Come Brother Iohn, full brauely hast thou flesht

thy Maiden sword.

Iohn. But soft, who haue we heere? Did you not tell me this Fat man was dead? Prin. I did, I saw him dead,
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Breathlesse and bleeding on the ground: Art thou aliue? Or is it fantasie that playes vpon our eye‑sight? I prethee speake, we will not trust our eyes Without our eares. Thou art not what thou seem'st.
Fal.

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

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if I be not Iacke Falstaffe, then am I a Iacke: There is Per­ cy , if your Father will do me any Honor, so: if not, let him

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

Duke, I can assure you.

Prin. Why, Percy I kill'd my selfe, and saw thee dead. Fal.
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Did'st thou? Lord, Lord, how the world is giuen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

of my sword.

Iohn. This is the strangest Tale that e're I heard. Prin.
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This is the strangest Fellow, Brother Iohn. Come bring your luggage Nobly on your backe: For my part, if a lye may do thee grace, Ile gil'd it with the happiest tearmes I haue. A Retreat is sounded. The Trumpets sound Retreat, the day is ours:
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Come Brother, let's to the highest of the field, To see what Friends are liuing, who are dead.
Exeunt Fal.

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

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

Ile grow lesse? For Ile purge, and leaue sacke, and liue

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cleanly, as a Nobleman should do.

Exit
 

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   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn4">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="2866">O this Boy, lends mettall to vs all.</p>
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   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-dou">
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      <l n="2867">Another King? They grow like Hydra's heads:</l>
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      <l n="2872">So many of his shadowes thou hast met,</l>
      <l n="2873">And not the very King. I haue two Boyes</l>
      <l n="2874">Seeke<hi rend="italic">Percy</hi>and thy selfe about the Field:</l>
      <l n="2875">But seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily,</l>
      <l n="2876">I will assay thee: so defend thy selfe.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-dou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dow.</speaker>
      <l n="2877">I feare thou art another counterfeit:</l>
      <l n="2878">And yet infaith thou bear'st thee like a King:</l>
      <l n="2879">But mine I am sure thou art, whoere thou be,</l>
      <l n="2880">And thus I win thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">They fight, the<choice>
         <abbr>K.</abbr>
         <expan>King</expan>
      </choice>being in danger,</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Prince.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <l n="2881">Hold vp they head vile Scot, or thou art like</l>
      <l n="2882">Neuerto hold it vp againe: the Spirits</l>
      <l n="2883">Of valiant<hi rend="italic">Sherly, Stafford, Blunt</hi>, are in my Armes;</l>
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      <l n="2885">Who neuer promiseth, but he meanes to pay.</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">They Fight, Dowglas flyeth.</stage>
      <l n="2886">Cheerely My Lord: how fare's your Grace?</l>
      <l n="2887">Sir<hi rend="italic">Nicholas Gawsey</hi>hath for succour sent,</l>
      <l n="2888">And so hath<hi rend="italic">Clifton</hi>: Ile to Clifton straight.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn4">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2889">Stay, and breath awhile.</l>
      <l n="2890">Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion,</l>
      <l n="2891">And shew'd thou mak'st some tender of my life</l>
      <l n="2892">In this faire rescue thou hast brought to mee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <l n="2893">O heauen, they did me too much iniury,</l>
      <l n="2894">That euer said 1 hearkned to your death.</l>
      <l n="2895">If it were so, I might haue let alone</l>
      <l n="2896">The insulting hand of<hi rend="italic">Dowglas</hi>ouer you,</l>
      <l n="2897">Which would haue bene as speedy in your end,</l>
      <l n="2898">As all the poysonous Potions in the world,</l>
      <l n="2899">And sau'd the Treacherous labour of your Sonne.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn4">
      <speaker rend="italic">K.</speaker>
      <l n="2900">Make vp to<hi rend="italic">Clifton</hi>, Ile to Sir<hi rend="italic">Nicholas Gausey</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Hotspur.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="2901">If I mistake not, thou art<hi rend="italic">Harry Monmouth</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <l n="2902">Thou, speak'st as if I would deny my name.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="2903">My name is<hi rend="italic">Harrie Percie</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <l n="2904">Why then I see a very valiant rebel of that name.</l>
      <l n="2905">I am the Prince of Wales, and thinke not<hi rend="italic">Percy</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2906">To share with me in glory any more:</l>
      <l n="2907">Two Starres keepe not their motion in one Sphere,</l>
      <l n="2908">Nor can one England brooke a double reigne,</l>
      <l n="2909">Of<hi rend="italic">Harry Percy</hi>, and the Prince of Wales.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="2910">Nor shall it<hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>, for the houre is come</l>
      <l n="2911">To end the one of vs; and would to heauen,</l>
      <l n="2912">Thy name in Armes, were now as great as mine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <l n="2913">Ile make it greater, ere I part from thee,</l>
      <l n="2914">And all the budding Honors on thy Crest,</l>
      <l n="2915">Ile crop, to make a Garland for my head.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="2916">I can no longer brooke thy Vanities.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Fight.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Falstaffe.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="2917">Well said<hi rend="italic">Hal</hi>, to it<hi rend="italic">Hal</hi>. Nay you shall finde no
      <lb n="2918"/>Boyes play heere, I can tell you.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="mixed">Enter Dowglas, he fights with Falstaffe, who fals down
      <lb/>as if he were dead. The Prince killeth Percie.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="2919">Oh<hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>, thou hast rob'd me of my youth:</l>
      <l n="2920">I better brooke the losse of brittle life,</l>
      <l n="2921">Then those proud Titles thou hast wonne of me,</l>
      <l n="2922">They wound my thoghts worse, then the sword my flesh:</l>
      <l n="2923">But thought's the slaue of Life, and Life, Times foole;</l>
      <l n="2924">And Time, that takes suruey of all the world,</l>
      <l n="2925">Must haue a stop, O, I could Prophesie,</l>
      <l n="2926">But that the Earth, and the cold hand of death,</l>
      <l n="2927">Lyes on my Tongue: No<hi rend="italic">Percy</hi>, thou art dust</l>
      <l n="2928">And food for⸺</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <l n="2929">For Wormes, braue<hi rend="italic">Percy</hi>. Farewell great heart:</l>
      <l n="2930">Ill‑weau'd Ambition, how much art thou shrunke?</l>
      <l n="2931">When that this bodie did containe a spirit,</l>
      <note type="physical" resp="#ES">This line is partly distorted by a tear at the bottom of the page.</note>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="2932">A Kingdome for it was too small a bound:</l>
      <l n="2933">But now two paces of the vilest Earth<note type="physical" resp="#ES">An ink mark follows the end of this line.</note>
      </l>
      <l n="2934">Is roome enough. This Earth that beares the dead,</l>
      <l n="2935">Beares not aliue so stout a Gentleman.</l>
      <l n="2936">If thou wer't sensible of curtesie,</l>
      <l n="2937">I should not make so great a shew of Zeale.</l>
      <l n="2938">But let my fauours hide thy mangled face,</l>
      <l n="2939">And euen in thy behalfe, Ile thanke my selfe</l>
      <l n="2940">For doing these fayre Rites of Tendernesse.</l>
      <l n="2941">Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heauen,</l>
      <l n="2942">Thy ignomy sleepe with thee in the graue,</l>
      <l n="2943">But not remembred in thy Epitaph.</l>
      <l n="2944">What? Old Acquaintance? Could not all this flesh</l>
      <l n="2945">Keepe in a little life<c rend="italic">?</c>Poore Iacke, farewell:</l>
      <l n="2946">I could haue better spar'd a better man.</l>
      <l n="2947">O, I should haue a heauy misse of thee,</l>
      <l n="2948">If I were much in loue with Vanity.</l>
      <l n="2949">Death hath not strucke so fat a Deere to day,</l>
      <l n="2950">Though many dearer in this bloody Fray:</l>
      <l n="2951">Imbowell'd will I see thee by and by,</l>
      <l n="2952">Till then, in blood, by Noble<hi rend="italic">Percie</hi>lye.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="business">Falstaffe riseth vp.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="2953">Imbowell'd? if thou imbowell mee to day, Ile
      <lb n="2954"/>giue you leaue to powder me, and eat me too to morrow.
      <lb n="2955"/>'Twas time to counterfet, or that hotte Termagant Scot,
      <lb n="2956"/>had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I am no coun­
      <lb n="2957"/>terfeit; to dye, is to be counterfeit, for hee is but the
      <lb n="2958"/>counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life of a man: But
      <lb n="2959"/>to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liueth, is to be
      <lb n="2960"/>no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life in­
      <lb n="2961"/>deede. The better part of V<gap extent="2"
              unit="chars"
              reason="illegible"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#ES"/>our, is Discretion; in the
      <lb n="2962"/>which better part, I haue saued my life. I am affraide of
      <lb n="2963"/>this Gun‑powder<hi rend="italic">Percy</hi>though he be dead. How if hee
      <lb n="2964"/>should counterfeit too, and rise? I am afraid hee would
      <lb n="2965"/>proue the better counterfeit: therefore Ile make him sure:
      <lb n="2966"/>yea, and Ile sweare I kill'd him. Why may not hee rise as
      <lb n="2967"/>well as I: Nothing confutes me but eyes, and no‑bodie
      <lb n="2968"/>sees me. Therefore sirra, with a new wound in your thigh
      <lb n="2969"/>come you along me.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Takes Hotspurre on his backe.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Prince and Iohn of Lancaster.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="2970">Come Brother<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>, full brauely hast thou flesht
      <lb n="2971"/>thy Maiden sword.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-joh">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iohn.</speaker>
      <l n="2972">But soft, who haue we heere?</l>
      <l n="2973">Did you not tell me this Fat man was dead?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <l n="2974">I did, I saw him dead,</l>
      <l n="2975">Breathlesse and bleeding on the ground: Art thou aliue?</l>
      <l n="2976">Or is it fantasie that playes vpon our eye‑sight?</l>
      <l n="2977">I prethee speake, we will not trust our eyes</l>
      <l n="2978">Without our eares. Thou art not what thou seem'st.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="2979">No, that's certaine: I am not a double man: but
      <lb n="2980"/>if I be not<hi rend="italic">Iacke Falstaffe</hi>, then am I a Iacke: There is<hi rend="italic">Per­
      <lb n="2981"/>cy</hi>, if your Father will do me any Honor, so: if not, let him
      <lb n="2982"/>kill the next<hi rend="italic">Percie</hi>himselfe. I looke to be either Earle or
      <lb n="2983"/>Duke, I can assure you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <l n="2984">Why,<hi rend="italic">Percy</hi>I kill'd my selfe, and saw thee dead.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="2985">Did'st thou? Lord, Lord, how the world is giuen
      <lb n="2986"/>to Lying? I graunt you I was downe, and out of Breath,
      <lb n="2987"/>and so was he, but we rose both at an instant, and fought
      <lb n="2988"/>a long houre by Shrewsburie clocke. If I may bee belee­
      <lb n="2989"/>ued, so: if not, let them that should reward Valour, beare
      <lb n="2990"/>the sinne vpon their owne heads. Ile take't on my death
      <lb n="2991"/>I gaue him this wound in the Thigh: if the man vvere a­
      <lb n="2992"/>liue, and would deny it, I would make him eate a peece
      <lb n="2993"/>of my sword.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-joh">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iohn.</speaker>
      <l n="2994">This is the strangest Tale that e're I heard.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <l n="2995">This is the strangest Fellow, Brother<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>.</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0395-0.jpg" n="73"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="2996">Come bring your luggage Nobly on your backe:</l>
      <l n="2997">For my part, if a lye may do thee grace,</l>
      <l n="2998">Ile gil'd it with the happiest tearmes I haue.</l>
      <stage rend="italic center" type="business">A Retreat is sounded.</stage>
      <l n="2999">The Trumpets sound Retreat, the day is ours:</l>
      <l n="3000">Come Brother, let's to the highest of the field,</l>
      <l n="3001">To see what Friends are liuing, who are dead.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="3002">Ile follow as they say, for Reward. Hee that re­
      <lb n="3003"/>wards me, heauen reward him. If I do grow great again,
      <lb n="3004"/>Ile grow lesse? For Ile purge, and leaue sacke, and liue
      <lb n="3005"/>cleanly, as a Nobleman should do.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit</stage>
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