Hotspur.
Oh Harry, thou hast rob'd me of my youth:
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:
Hotspur.
But thought's the slaue of Life, and Life, Times foole;
And Time, that takes suruey of all the world,
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 ------
Prince Hal.
For Wormes, braue Percy.
Prince Hal.
Farewell great heart.
Prince Hal.
What? Old Acquaintance? Could not all this flesh
Keepe in a little life?
Prince Hal.
Imbowell'd will I see thee by and by,
Till then, in blood, by Noble Percie lye.
Falstaffe.
Imbowell'd?
Falstaffe.
If thou imbowell mee to day, Ile
giue you leaue to powder me, and eat me too to morow.
Falstaffe.
Therefore sirra, with a new wound in your thigh
come you along me.
Prince Hal.
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?
Prince Hal.
I did, I saw him dead,
Breathlesse, and bleeding on the ground: Art thou aliue?
Falstaffe.
No, that's certaine: I am not a double man: but
if I be not Iacke Falstaffe, then am I a Iacke: There is Percy,
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.
Prince Hal.
Why, Percy I kill'd my selfe, and saw thee dead.
Falstaffe.
Did'st thou? Lord, Lord, how the world is giuen to Lying...
Falstaffe.
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.
I gaue him this wound in the Thigh: if the man vvere aliue,
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.
Prince Hal.
This is the strangest Fellow, Brother Iohn.
Prince Hal.
Come bring your luggage Nobly on your backe:
For my part,
Prince Hal.
if a lye may do thee grace,
Ile gil'd it with the happiest tearmes I haue.
Prince Hal.
The Trumpets sound Retreat, the day is ours:
Come Brother, let's to the highest of the field,
To see what Friends are liuing, who are dead.
Falstaffe.
Ile follow as they say, for Reward. Hee that rewards
me, heauen reward him. If I do grow great again,
Ile grow lesse? For Ile purge, and leaue Sacke, and liue
cleanly, as a Nobleman should do.