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But mine, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be, | But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; And thus I win thee.

And time, that takes survey of all the world, [They fight; the King being in danger, Must have a stop. O, I could prophecy, enter Prince Henry.

But that the earthy and cold hand of death P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou Lies on my tongue :—No, Percy, thou art dust, art like

And food for

Dies. Never to hold it up again! the spirits

P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy : Fare thee Of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms:

well, great heart ! It is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee; Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! Who never promiseth, but he means to pay.- When that this body did contain a spirit,

[They fight ; Douglas flies. A kingdom for it was too small a bound; Cheerly, my lord ; How fares your grace ?- But now, two paces of the vilest earth Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, Is room enough :—This earth, that bears the And so hath Clifton : I'll to Clifton straight.

dead, K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while :

Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion ;

If thou wert sensible of courtesy, And show'd, thou mak'st some tender of my life, I should not make so dear a show of zeal :In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me. But let my favours hide thy mangled face ! P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much And, even in thy behalf, l'11 thank myself injury,

For doing these fair rites of tenderness. That ever said, I hearken’d for your death. Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven! If it were so, I might have let alone

Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, The insulting hand of Douglas over you ; But not remember'd in thy epitaph ! Which would have been as speedy in your end,

[He sees Falstaff on the groural As all the poisonous potions in the world, What! old acquaintance ! could not all this desi And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son. Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell ! K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to sir Nicholas I could have better spar'd a better man. Gawsey. [Exit King Henry. O, I should have a heavy miss of thee,

If I were much in love with vanity.
Enter HOTSPUR.

Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day, Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Mon- Though many dearer, in this bloody fray:mouth.

Embowell’d will I see thee by and by; P. Hen. Thou speak’st as if I would deny my Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. [Esil

.

Fal. ÇRising slowly.] Embowell’d! if thou Hot. My name is Harry Percy.

embowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder P. Hen. Why, then I see

me, and eat me too, to-morrow, 'Sblood, 'twas A very valiant rebel of the name.

time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot I am the prince of Wales ; and think not, Percy, had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I To share with me in glory any more :

lie, I am no counterfeit: To die, is to be a counTwo stars keep not their motion in one sphere; terfeit ; for he is but the counterfeit of a man, Nor can one England brook a double reign, who hath not the life of a man: but to counterOf Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales. feit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come no counterfeit, but the true and

perfect image of To end the one of us ; And 'would to God, life indeed. The better part of valour is-isThy name in arms were now as great as mine! cretion ; in the which better part, I have saved

Þ.Hen. I'll makeit greater,ere I part from thee; my life. 'Zounds, I am afraid of this gunpowder And all the budding honours on thy crest Percy, though he be dead: How, if he should I'll crop, to make a garland for my head. counterfeit too, and rise ? I am afraid, he would Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. prove the better counterfeit. Therefore 17 make

[They fight. him sure: yea, and I'll swear I kill'd him. Why Enter Falstaff.

may not he rise, as well as I ? Nothing confutes

me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore, Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal !-Nay, you sirrah, [Stabbing him. J' with a new wounů in shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. your thigh, come you along with me. Enter Douglas; he fights with Falstaff, who

[Takes Hotspur on his back. falls down as if he were dead, and exit Douglas. Hotspur is wounded, and falls.

Re-enter Prince HENRY and Prince Jonx. Hot: 0, Harry, thou hast robb’dmeofmy youth, P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast I better brook the loss of brittle life,

thou flesh'd Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; Thy maiden sword. They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword P. John. But, soft! whom have we here? my flesh :

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

name.

P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless, Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace,
and bleeding,

Pardon, and terms of love to all of you?
And would'st thou turn our offers contrary?
Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?
Three knights upon our party slain to-day,
A noble earl, and many a creature else,
Had been alive this hour,

KING HENRY IV.

PART II.

PERSONS OF THE DRAMA.

Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, To noise abroad, -that Harry Monmouth fell And no such matter; Rumour is a pipe Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword; Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures ; And that the king before the Douglas' rage And of so easy and so plain a stop,

Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death. That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, This have I rumour'd through the peasant towns The still-discordant wavering multitude, Between that royal field of Shrewsbury Can play upon it. But what need I thus And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone, My well-known body to anatomize

Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, Among my household ? Why is Rumour here? Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on, I run before king Harry's victory;

And not a man of them brings other news Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury, Than they have learn’d of me; From Rumour's Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his troops, tongues Quenching the faine of bold rebellion

They bring smooth comforts false, worse than Even with the rebels' blood. But what mean I true wrongs.

[Erit. To speak so true at first? my office is

ACT I.

DOLPH.

A gentleman well bred, and of good name, SCENE 1.-The same.

That freely render'd me these news for true.

North. Here comes my servant, Travers, whom The Porter before the gate; Enter Lord Bar

I sent

On Tuesday last to listen after news. Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho ?-Where Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way ; is the earl ?

And he is furnish’d with no certainties, Port. What shall I say you are ?

More than he haply may retail from me. Bard. Tell thou the earl,

Enter TRAVERS. That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here. Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come orchard ;

with you? Please it your honour, knock but at the gate, Tra. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turn’d me And he himself will answer.

back

With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd, Enter NORTHUMBERLAND.

Out-rode me. After him, came, spurring hard, Bard. Here comes the earl.

A gentleman almost forespent with speed, North. What news, lord Bardolph ? every That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse : minute now

He ask'd the way to Chester ; and of him Should be the father of some stratagem : I did demanıl, what news from Shrewsbury. The times are wild ; contention, like a horse He told me, that rebellion had bad luck, Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, And that young Harry Percy's spur was colel : And bears down all before him.

With that, he gave his able horse the head, Bard. Noble earl,

And, bending forward, struck his armed heels I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. Against the panting sides of his poor jade North. Good, an heaven will !

Up to the rowel-head; and, starting so,
Bard. As good as heart can wish :-

He seem'd in running to devour the way,
The king is almost wounded to the death ; Staying no longer question.
And, in the fortune of my lord your son,

North. Ha ! - Again.
Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold?
Kill’d by the hand of Douglas: young prince John, Of Hotspur, coldspur? that rebellion
And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field; Had met ill luck !
And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk sir John, Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what ;
Is prisoner to your son : 0, such a day, If my young lord your son have not the day,
So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won, Upon mine honour, for a silken point
Came not, till now, to dignify the times, I'll give my barony: never talk of it.
Since Cesar's fortunes !

North. Why should the gentleman, that rode North. How is this deriv'd ?

by Travers, Saw you the field ? came you from Shrewsbury? Give then such instances of loss ? Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came Bard. Who, he ? from thence;

He was some hilding fellow, that had stol'n

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