Henry IV, Pt. 1
Act V, Scene 4
Another part of the field.
- Alarm. Excursions. Enter the King, the Prince wounded, Lord
- John of Lancaster, Earl of Westmorland.
King Henry IV1 - 3
- I prithee,
- Harry, withdraw thyself, thou bleedest too much.
- Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.
Prince John of Lancaster4
- Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
Prince Henry5 - 6
- I beseech your Majesty make up,
- Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
King Henry IV7 - 8
- I will do so.
- My Lord of Westmorland, lead him to his tent.
Earl of Westmorland9
- Come, my lord, I’ll lead you to your tent.
Prince Henry10 - 14
- Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help,
- And God forbid a shallow scratch should drive
- 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 of Lancaster15 - 16
- We breathe too long. Come, cousin Westmorland,
- Our duty this way lies; for God’s sake come.
- Exeunt Prince John and Westmorland.
Prince Henry17 - 20
- By God, thou hast deceiv’d me, Lancaster,
- I did not think thee lord of such a spirit.
- Before, I lov’d thee as a brother, John,
- But now I do respect thee as my soul.
King Henry IV21 - 23
- I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point,
- With lustier maintenance than I did look for
- Of such an ungrown warrior.
Prince Henry24 - 25
- O, this boy
- Lends mettle to us all!
- Enter Douglas.
Earl of Douglas26 - 29
- Another king? They grow like Hydra’s heads.
- I am the Douglas, fatal to all those
- That wear those colors on them. What art thou
- That counterfeit’st the person of a king?
King Henry IV30 - 35
- 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,
- But seeing thou fall’st on me so luckily,
- I will assay thee, and defend thyself.
Earl of Douglas36 - 39
- I fear thou art another counterfeit,
- And yet in faith thou bearest thee like a king.
- But mine I am sure thou art, whoe’er thou be,
- And thus I win thee.
- They fight; the King being in danger.
- Enter Prince of Wales.
Prince Henry40 - 47
- 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.
- It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee,
- Who never promiseth but he means to pay.
- They fight.
- Douglas flieth.
- Cheerly, my lord, how fares your Grace?
- Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succor sent,
- And so hath Clifton. I’ll to Clifton straight.
King Henry IV48 - 51
- Stay and breathe a while.
- Thou hast redeem’d thy lost opinion,
- And show’d thou mak’st some tender of my life
- In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.
Prince Henry52 - 58
- O God, they did me too much injury
- That ever said I heark’ned 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
- As all the poisonous potions in the world,
- And sav’d the treacherous labor of your son.
King Henry IV59
- Make up to Clifton, I’ll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey.
- Exit King.
- Enter Hotspur.
- If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
- Thou speak’st as if I would deny my name.
- My name is Harry Percy.
Prince Henry63 - 69
- Why then I see
- A very valiant rebel of the name.
- 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.
Hotspur70 - 72
- 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!
Prince Henry73 - 75
- I’ll make it greater ere I part from thee,
- And all the budding honors on thy crest
- I’ll crop to make a garland for my head.
- I can no longer brook thy vanities.
- They fight.
- Enter Falstaff.
Falstaff77 - 78
- Well said, Hal! To it, Hal! Nay, you shall find no boy’s
- play here, I can tell you.
- Enter Douglas.
- He fighteth with Falstaff. Falstaff falls down as if he were
- Exit Douglas.
- The Prince killeth Percy.
Hotspur79 - 88
- O Harry, thou hast robb’d me of my youth!
- I better brook the loss of brittle life
- Than those proud titles thou hast won of me.
- They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh.
- But thoughts, the slaves 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—
Prince Henry89 - 112
- For worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well, great heart!
- Ill-weav’d 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 were sensible of courtesy,
- I should not make so dear a show of zeal;
- But let my favors 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 rememb’red 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 spar’d 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 today,
- Though many dearer, in this bloody fray.
- Embowell’d will I see thee by and by,
- Till then in blood by noble Percy lie.
- Falstaff riseth up.
Falstaff113 - 128
- Embowell’d! If thou embowel me today, I’ll give you leave to
- powder me and eat me too tomorrow. ’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
- valor is discretion, in the which better part I have sav’d
- 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 I kill’d
- 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.
- He takes up Hotspur on his back.
- Enter Prince and John of Lancaster.
Prince Henry129 - 130
- Come, brother John, full bravely hast thou flesh’d
- Thy maiden sword.
Prince John of Lancaster131 - 132
- But soft, whom have we here?
- Did you not tell me this fat man was dead?
Prince Henry133 - 137
- 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.
Falstaff138 - 142
- No, that’s certain, I am not a double man; but if I be not
- Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is Percy.
- Throwing the body down.
- If your father will do me any honor, so; if not, let him
- kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either earl or
- duke, I can assure you.
- Why, Percy I kill’d myself, and saw thee dead.
Falstaff144 - 151
- 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 believ’d, so; if not, let them
- that should reward valor 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.
Prince John of Lancaster152
- His is the strangest tale that ever I heard.
Prince Henry153 - 159
- 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 our.
- Come, brother, let us to the highest of the field,
- To see what friends are living, who are dead.
- Exeunt Prince and Lancaster.
Falstaff160 - 163
- 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