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History of Henry IV, Part I

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Act V, Scene 4

Another part of the field.



  • Henry IV. I prithee, 2950
    Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much.
    Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.
  • Henry V. I beseech your majesty, make up,
    Lest your retirement do amaze your friends. 2955
  • Henry IV. I will do so.
    My Lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.
  • Henry V. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help:
    And God forbid a shallow scratch should drive 2960
    The Prince of Wales from such a field as this,
    Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on,
    and rebels' arms triumph in massacres!
  • Prince John. We breathe too long: come, cousin Westmoreland,
    Our duty this way lies; for God's sake come. 2965


  • Henry V. By God, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster;
    I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:
    Before, I loved thee as a brother, John;
    But now, I do respect thee as my soul. 2970
  • Henry IV. I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point
    With lustier maintenance than I did look for
    Of such an ungrown warrior.
  • Henry V. O, this boy
    Lends mettle to us all! 2975



  • Earl of Douglas. Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads:
    I am the Douglas, fatal to all those
    That wear those colours on them: what art thou, 2980
    That counterfeit'st the person of a king?
  • Henry IV. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heart
    So many of his shadows thou hast met
    And not the very king. I have two boys
    Seek Percy and thyself about the field: 2985
    But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily,
    I will assay thee: so, defend thyself.
  • Earl of Douglas. I fear thou art another counterfeit;
    And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king:
    But mine I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be, 2990
    And thus I win thee.

[They fight. KING HENRY being in danger, PRINCE HENRY enters]

  • Henry V. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like
    Never to hold it up again! the spirits
    Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: 2995
    It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee;
    Who never promiseth but he means to pay.
    [They fight: DOUGLAS flies]
    Cheerly, my lord. how fares your grace?
    Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succor sent, 3000
    And so hath Clifton: I'll to Clifton straight.
  • Henry IV. Stay, and breathe awhile:
    Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion,
    And show'd thou makest some tender of my life,
    In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me. 3005
  • Henry V. O God! they did me too much injury
    That ever said I hearken'd for your death.
    If it were so, I might have let alone
    The insulting hand of Douglas over you,
    Which would have been as speedy in your end 3010
    As all the poisonous potions in the world
    And saved the treacherous labour of your son.
  • Henry IV. Make up to Clifton: I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey.



  • Henry V. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name.
  • Henry V. Why, then I see
    A very valiant rebel of the name. 3020
    I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,
    To share with me in glory any more:
    Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere;
    Nor can one England brook a double reign,
    Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales. 3025
  • Hotspur (Henry Percy). Nor shall it, Harry; for the hour is come
    To end the one of us; and would to God
    Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!
  • Henry V. I'll make it greater ere I part from thee;
    And all the budding honours on thy crest 3030
    I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.

[They fight]


  • Falstaff. Well said, Hal! to it Hal! Nay, you shall find no 3035
    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]
  • Hotspur (Henry Percy). O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth! 3040
    I better brook the loss of brittle life
    Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;
    They wound my thoughts worse than sword my flesh:
    But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;
    And time, that takes survey of all the world, 3045
    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—


  • Henry V. 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 3055
    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; 3060
    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! 3065
    [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, 3070
    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. 3075


  • 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. 3080
    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 3085
    perfect image of life indeed. The better part of
    valour is discretion; in the which better part I
    have 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 3090
    afraid he would prove the better counterfeit.
    Therefore I'll make him sure; yea, and I'll swear I
    killed him. Why may not he rise as well as I?
    Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me.
    Therefore, sirrah, 3095
    [Stabbing him]
    with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me.

[Takes up HOTSPUR on his back]


  • Henry V. Come, brother John; full bravely hast thou flesh'd 3100
    Thy maiden sword.
  • Prince John. But, soft! whom have we here?
    Did you not tell me this fat man was dead?
  • Henry V. I did; I saw him dead,
    Breathless and bleeding on the ground. Art 3105
    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 I 3110
    be 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. 3115
  • Henry V. 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 I may be 3120
    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. 3125
  • Prince John. This is the strangest tale that ever I heard.
  • Henry V. 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. 3130
    [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.


  • Falstaff. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that
    rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great,
    I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and
    live cleanly as a nobleman should do.