But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy, But that the earthy and cold hand of death Lies on my tongue: no, Percy, thou art dust And food for--Dies PRINCE HENRY For worms, brave Percy: fare thee well, great heart!
Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound;But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough: this earth that bears thee dead Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
If thou wert sensible of courtesy, I should not make so dear a show of zeal:
But let my favours hide thy mangled face;And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remember'd in thy epitaph!
He spieth FALSTAFF on the ground What, old acquaintance! could not all this flesh Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell!
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.
Exit PRINCE HENRY FALSTAFF [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 a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed. The better part of valour is discretion; in the which better part Ihave saved my life.'Zounds, I am afraid of this gunpowder Percy, though he be dead: how, if he should counterfeit too and rise? by my faith, I am afraid he would prove the better counterfeit.
Therefore I'll make him sure; yea, and I'll swear Ikilled him. Why may not he rise as well as I?
Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me.
Therefore, sirrah, Stabbing him with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me.
Takes up HOTSPUR on his back Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER PRINCE HENRY Come, brother John; full bravely hast thou flesh'd Thy maiden sword. LANCASTER But, soft! whom have we here?
Did you not tell me this fat man was dead? PRINCE HENRY I did; I saw him dead, Breathless and bleeding on the ground. Art thou alive?
Or is it fantasy that plays upon our eyesight?
I prithee, speak; we will not trust our eyes Without our ears: thou art not what thou seem'st. FALSTAFF No, that's certain; I am not a double man: but if Ibe not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is Percy:
Throwing the body down if your father will do me any honour, so; if not, let him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either earl or duke, I can assure you. PRINCE HENRY Why, Percy I killed myself and saw thee dead. FALSTAFF Didst thou? Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath;and so was he: but we rose both at an instant and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If Imay be believed, so; if not, let them that should reward valour bear the sin upon their own heads. I'll take it upon my death, I gave him this wound in the thigh: if the man were alive and would deny it, 'zounds, I would make him eat a piece of my sword. LANCASTER This is the strangest tale that ever I heard. PRINCE HENRY This is the strangest fellow, brother John.
Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back:
For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.
A retreat is sounded The trumpet sounds retreat; the day is ours.
Come, brother, let us to the highest of the field, To see what friends are living, who are dead.
Exeunt PRINCE HENRY and LANCASTER FALSTAFF I'll follow, as they say, for reward.