To share with me in glory any more: To end the one of us; and would to God 70 [They fight. Enter Falstaff. Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal! Nay, you shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. Re-enter Douglas; he fights with Falstaff, who falls down as if he were dead, and exit Douglas. Hotspur is wounded, and falls. Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth! Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; flesh: 8 But thought 's the slave of life, and life time's fool; [Dies. Prince. For worms, brave Percy; fare thee well, great heart! Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk! A kingdom for it was too small a bound; Is room enough: this earth that bears thee dead I should not make so dear a show of zeal: But not remember'd in thy epitaph! 90 100 [He spieth Falstaff on the ground. What, old acquaintance! could not all this flesh Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell! [Exit. 110 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 to-day, Though many dearer, in this bloody fray. Embowell'd will I see thee by and by: Till then in blood by noble Percy lie. Fal. [Rising up] Embowelled! if thou embowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder me and eat me too to-morrow. '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 Fal. "The better part of valour is discretion; in the which better part I have saved my life." King Henry IV., P. 1. Act 5, Scene 4. |