The First Part of King Henry the Fourth.So many of his shadowes thou hast met,And not the very King. I haue two BoyesSeeke
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,
[2880]
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 likeNeuerto hold it vp againe: the SpiritsOf valiant
Sherly, Stafford, Blunt, are in my Armes;
It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee,
[2885]
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.
[2890]
Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion,And shew'd thou mak'st some tender of my lifeIn 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.
[2895]
If it were so, I might haue let aloneThe 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.
[2900]
Make vp to
Clifton, Ile to Sir
Nicholas Gausey.
ExitEnter 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.
[2905]
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.
[2910]
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,
[2915]
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:
[2920]
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,
[2925]
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:
[2930]
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,
[2935]
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
[2940]
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
[2945]
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,
[2950]
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.
[2955]
'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
[2960]
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
[2965]
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.
[2970]
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,
[2975]
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 eyesWithout our eares. Thou art not what thou seem'st.Fal.
No, that's certaine: I am not a double man: but
[2980]
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.
[2985]
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
[2990]
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.
[Act 5, Scene 3]
Conventional scene numbering in this play diverges from the First Folio from this
point onwards.
Blu.
[2785]
What is thy name, that in battel thus y
u crossest me?
What honor dost thou seeke vpon my head?Dow.Know then my name is
Dowglas,
And I do haunt thee in the battell thus,Because some tell me, that thou art a King.Blunt.
[2790]
They tell thee true.
Dow.The Lord of Stafford deere to day hath boughtThy likenesse: for insted of thee King
Harry,
This Sword hath ended him, so shall it thee,Vnlesse thou yeeld thee as a Prisoner.Blu.
[2795]
I was not borne to yeeld, thou haughty Scot,And thou shalt finde a King that will reuengeLords Staffords death.Fight, Blunt is slaine, then enters Hotspur.Hot.O Dowglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thusI neuer had triumphed o're a Scot.Dow.
[2800]
All's done, all's won, here breathles lies the kingHot.Where
?Dow.Heere.Hot.This
Dowglas? No, I know this face full well:
A gallant Knight he was, his name was
Blunt,
[2805]
Semblably furnish'd like the King himselfe.Dow.Ah foole: go with thy soule whether it goes,A borrowed Title hast thou bought too deere.Why didst thou tell me, that thou wer't a King?Hot.The King hath many marching in his Coats.Dow.
[2810]
Now by my Sword, I will kill all his Coates,Ile murder all his Wardrobe peece by peece,Vntill I meet the King.Hot.Vp, and away,Our Souldiers stand full fairely for the day.ExeuntAlarum, and enter Falstaffe solus.Fal.
[2815]
Though I could scape shot‑free at London, I fear
the shot heere: here's no scoring, but vpon the pate. Soft
who are you? Sir
Walter Blunt, there's Honour for you:
here's no vanity, I am as hot as molten Lead, and as hea
uy too; heauen keepe Lead out of mee, I neede no more
[2820]
weight then mine owne Bowelles. I have led my rag of
Muffins where they are pepper'd: there's not three of my
150. left aliue, and they for the Townes end, to beg du
ring life. But who comes here
?
Enter the Prince.Pri.What, stand'st thou idle here? Lend me thy sword,
[2825]
Many a Nobleman likes starke and stiffeVnder the hooues of vaunting enemies,Whose deaths are vnreueng'd. Prethy lend me thy swordFal.
O
Hal, I prethee giue me leaue to breath a while:
Turke
Gregory neuer did such deeds in Armes, as I haue
[2830]
done this day. I haue paid
Percy, I haue made him sure.
Prin.He is indeed, and liuing to kill thee:I prethee lend me thy sword.Falst.
Nay
Hal, if
Percy bee aliue, thou getst not my
Sword; but take my Pistoll if thou wilt.
Prin.
[2835]
Giue it me: What, is it in the Case?
Fal.
I
Hal, 'tis hot: There's that will Sacke a City.
The Prince drawes out a Bottle of Sacke.Prin.What, is it a time to iest and dally now.Exit.Throwes it at him.Fal.
If
Percy be aliue, Ile pierce him: if he do come in
my way, so: if he do not, if I come in his (willingly) let
[2840]
him make a Carbonado of me. I like not such grinning
honour as Sir
Walter hath: Giue mee life, which if I can
saue, so: if not, honour comes vnlook'd for, and ther's an
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<p n="2790">They tell thee true.</p>
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<l n="2791">The Lord of Stafford deere to day hath bought</l>
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<l n="2795">I was not borne to yeeld, thou haughty Scot,</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
<speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
<l n="2798">O Dowglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus</l>
<l n="2799">I neuer had triumphed o're a Scot.</l>
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<l n="2800">All's done, all's won, here breathles lies the king</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
<speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
<l n="2801">Where<c rend="italic">?</c>
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<sp who="#F-1h4-dou">
<speaker rend="italic">Dow.</speaker>
<l n="2802">Heere.</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
<speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
<l n="2803">This<hi rend="italic">Dowglas</hi>? No, I know this face full well:</l>
<l n="2804">A gallant Knight he was, his name was<hi rend="italic">Blunt</hi>,</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h4-dou">
<speaker rend="italic">Dow.</speaker>
<l n="2806">Ah foole: go with thy soule whether it goes,</l>
<l n="2807">A borrowed Title hast thou bought too deere.</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
<speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
<l n="2809">The King hath many marching in his Coats.</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h4-dou">
<speaker rend="italic">Dow.</speaker>
<l n="2810">Now by my Sword, I will kill all his Coates,</l>
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<l n="2813">Vp, and away,</l>
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<stage rend="italic center" type="mixed">Alarum, and enter Falstaffe solus.</stage>
<sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
<speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
<p n="2815">Though I could scape shot‑free at London, I fear
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<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter the Prince.</stage>
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<speaker rend="italic">Pri.</speaker>
<l n="2824">What, stand'st thou idle here? Lend me thy sword,</l>
<l n="2825">Many a Nobleman likes starke and stiffe</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
<speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
<p n="2828">O<hi rend="italic">Hal</hi>, I prethee giue me leaue to breath a while:
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<sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
<speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
<l n="2831">He is indeed, and liuing to kill thee:</l>
<l n="2832">I prethee lend me thy sword.</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
<speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
<p n="2833">Nay<hi rend="italic">Hal</hi>, if<hi rend="italic">Percy</hi>bee aliue, thou getst not my
<lb n="2834"/>Sword; but take my Pistoll if thou wilt.</p>
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<sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
<speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
<p n="2835">Giue it me: What, is it in the Case?</p>
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<sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
<speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
<p n="2836">I<hi rend="italic">Hal</hi>, 'tis hot: There's that will Sacke a City.</p>
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<speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
<l n="2837">What, is it a time to iest and dally now.</l>
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<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit</stage>
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