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Alarum. Excursions. Enter the KING , PRINCE HENRY , Lord John of LANCASTER , and the Earl of WESTMORELAND
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Alarum. Excursions. Enter the KING , PRINCE HENRY , Lord John of LANCASTER , and the Earl of WESTMORELAND
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KING I prithee, Harry, withdraw thyself. Thou bleedest too much.
Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.
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KING I prithee, Harry, withdraw thyself. Thou bleedest too much.
Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.
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LANCASTER Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
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LANCASTER Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
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PRINCE HENRY I beseech your Majesty, make up,
5 Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
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PRINCE HENRY I beseech your Majesty, make up,
Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
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KING I will do so.—My Lord of Westmoreland,
Lead him to his tent.
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KING I will do so.—My Lord of Westmoreland,
Lead him to his tent.
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WESTMORELAND Come, my lord, I’ll lead you to your tent.
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WESTMORELAND Come, my lord, I’ll lead you to your tent.
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PRINCE HENRY Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help,
10 And God forbid a shallow scratch should drive
The Prince of Wales from such a field as this,
Where stained nobility lies trodden on,
And rebels' arms triumph in massacres.
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PRINCE HENRY 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 stained nobility lies trodden on,
And rebels' arms triumph in massacres.
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LANCASTER We breathe too long. Come, cousin Westmoreland,
15 Our duty this way lies. For God’s sake, come.
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LANCASTER We breathe too long. Come, cousin Westmoreland,
Our duty this way lies. For God’s sake, come.
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Exeunt Lord John of LANCASTER and WESTMORELAND
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Exeunt Lord John of LANCASTER and WESTMORELAND
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PRINCE HENRY 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.
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PRINCE HENRY 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.
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KING 20 I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point
With lustier maintenance than I did look for
Of such an ungrown warrior.
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KING I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point
With lustier maintenance than I did look for
Of such an ungrown warrior.
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PRINCE HENRY O, this boy lends mettle to us all.
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PRINCE HENRY O, this boy lends mettle to us all.
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Exit
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Exit
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Enter DOUGLAS
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Enter DOUGLAS
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DOUGLAS Another king! they grow like Hydra’s heads.—
25 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?
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DOUGLAS 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?
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KING The King himself, who, Douglas, grieves at heart,
So many of his shadows thou hast met
30 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.
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KING 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.
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DOUGLAS I fear thou art another counterfeit,
35 And yet, in faith, thou bear’st thee like a king.
But mine I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be,
And thus I win thee.
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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,
And thus I win thee.
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They fight. The KING being in danger, enter PRINCE HENRY of Wales
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They fight. The KING being in danger, enter PRINCE HENRY of Wales
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PRINCE HENRY Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like
Never to hold it up again. The spirits
40 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.
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PRINCE HENRY 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.
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They fight. DOUGLAS flieth
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They fight. DOUGLAS flieth
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Cheerly, my lord. How fares your Grace?
Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succor sent,
45 And so hath Clifton. I’ll to Clifton straight.
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Cheerly, my lord. How fares your Grace?
Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succor sent,
And so hath Clifton. I’ll to Clifton straight.
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KING Stay, and breathe awhile.
Thou hast redeemed thy lost opinion
And showed thou mak’st some tender of my life
In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.
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KING Stay, and breathe awhile.
Thou hast redeemed thy lost opinion
And showed thou mak’st some tender of my life
In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.
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PRINCE HENRY 50 O God, they did me too much injury
That ever said I hearkened 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
55 As all the poisonous potions in the world,
And saved the treacherous labor of your son.
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PRINCE HENRY O God, they did me too much injury
That ever said I hearkened 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 saved the treacherous labor of your son.
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KING Make up to Clifton. I’ll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey.
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KING Make up to Clifton. I’ll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey.
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Exit the KING
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Exit the KING
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Enter HOTSPUR
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Enter HOTSPUR
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HOTSPUR If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
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HOTSPUR If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
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PRINCE HENRY Thou speak’st as if I would deny my name.
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PRINCE HENRY Thou speak’st as if I would deny my name.
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HOTSPUR 60 My name is Harry Percy.
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HOTSPUR My name is Harry Percy.
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PRINCE HENRY 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,
65 Nor can one England brook a double reign,
Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales.
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PRINCE HENRY 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.
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HOTSPUR 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.
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HOTSPUR 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.
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PRINCE HENRY 70 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.
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PRINCE HENRY 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.
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HOTSPUR I can no longer brook thy vanities.
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HOTSPUR I can no longer brook thy vanities.
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They fight
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They fight
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Enter FALSTAFF
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Enter FALSTAFF
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FALSTAFF Well said, Hal! To it Hal! Nay, you shall find no boys' play here, I can tell you.
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FALSTAFF Well said, Hal! To it Hal! Nay, you shall find no boys' play here, I can tell you.
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Enter DOUGLAS . He fighteth with FALSTAFF , who falls down as if he were ead.
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Enter DOUGLAS . He fighteth with FALSTAFF , who falls down as if he were ead.
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Exit DOUGLAS
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Exit DOUGLAS
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PRINCE HENRY killeth HOTSPUR
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PRINCE HENRY killeth HOTSPUR
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HOTSPUR O Harry, thou hast robbed 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.
80 But thoughts, 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,
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HOTSPUR O Harry, thou hast robbed 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 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,
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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,
90 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.
95 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,
100 But not remembered in thy epitaph.
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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 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 remembered in thy epitaph.
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He spieth FALSTAFF on the ground
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He spieth FALSTAFF on the ground
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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
105 If I were much in love with vanity.
Death hath not struck so fat a deer today,
Though many dearer in this bloody fray.
Emboweled will I see thee by and by;
Till then in blood by noble Percy lie.
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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 today,
Though many dearer in this bloody fray.
Emboweled will I see thee by and by;
Till then in blood by noble Percy lie.
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Exit PRINCE HENRY
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Exit PRINCE HENRY
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FALSTAFF riseth up
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FALSTAFF riseth up
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FALSTAFF |
FALSTAFF |
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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 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 I killed him. Why may not he rise as well as I? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore, sirrah, (stabs the body) with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me. (he takes up HOTSPUR on his back)
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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 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 I killed him. Why may not he rise as well as I? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore, sirrah, (stabs the body) with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me. (he takes up HOTSPUR on his back)
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Enter PRINCE HENRY and Lord John of LANCASTER
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Enter PRINCE HENRY and Lord John of LANCASTER
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PRINCE HENRY Come, brother John. Full bravely hast thou fleshed
Thy maiden sword.
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PRINCE HENRY Come, brother John. Full bravely hast thou fleshed
Thy maiden sword.
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LANCASTER But soft, whom have we here?
Did you not tell me this fat man was dead?
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LANCASTER But soft, whom have we here?
Did you not tell me this fat man was dead?
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PRINCE HENRY 130 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.
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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.
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PRINCE HENRY Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw thee dead.
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PRINCE HENRY Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw thee dead.
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FALSTAFF |
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LANCASTER This is the strangest tale that ever I heard.
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LANCASTER This is the strangest tale that ever I heard.
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PRINCE HENRY This is the strangest fellow, brother John.—
150 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.
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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.
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A retreat is sounded
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A retreat is sounded
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The trumpet sounds retreat; the day is ours.
Come, brother, let us to the highest of the field
155 To see what friends are living, who are dead.
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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.
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Exeunt PRINCE HENRY and Lord John of LANCASTER
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Exeunt PRINCE HENRY and Lord John of LANCASTER
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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.
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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.
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Exit
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Exit
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Alarum. Excursions. Enter the KING , PRINCE HENRY , Lord John of LANCASTER , and the Earl of WESTMORELAND
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Alarum. Excursions. Enter the KING , PRINCE HENRY , Lord John of LANCASTER , and the Earl of WESTMORELAND
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KING I prithee, Harry, withdraw thyself. Thou bleedest too much.
Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.
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KING I prithee, Harry, withdraw thyself. Thou bleedest too much.
Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.
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LANCASTER Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
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LANCASTER Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
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PRINCE HENRY I beseech your Majesty, make up,
5 Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
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PRINCE HENRY I beseech your Majesty, make up,
Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
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KING I will do so.—My Lord of Westmoreland,
Lead him to his tent.
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KING I will do so.—My Lord of Westmoreland,
Lead him to his tent.
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WESTMORELAND Come, my lord, I’ll lead you to your tent.
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WESTMORELAND Come, my lord, I’ll lead you to your tent.
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PRINCE HENRY Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help,
10 And God forbid a shallow scratch should drive
The Prince of Wales from such a field as this,
Where stained nobility lies trodden on,
And rebels' arms triumph in massacres.
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PRINCE HENRY 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 stained nobility lies trodden on,
And rebels' arms triumph in massacres.
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LANCASTER We breathe too long. Come, cousin Westmoreland,
15 Our duty this way lies. For God’s sake, come.
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LANCASTER We breathe too long. Come, cousin Westmoreland,
Our duty this way lies. For God’s sake, come.
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Exeunt Lord John of LANCASTER and WESTMORELAND
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Exeunt Lord John of LANCASTER and WESTMORELAND
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PRINCE HENRY 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.
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PRINCE HENRY 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.
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KING 20 I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point
With lustier maintenance than I did look for
Of such an ungrown warrior.
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KING I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point
With lustier maintenance than I did look for
Of such an ungrown warrior.
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PRINCE HENRY O, this boy lends mettle to us all.
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PRINCE HENRY O, this boy lends mettle to us all.
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Exit
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Exit
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Enter DOUGLAS
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Enter DOUGLAS
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DOUGLAS Another king! they grow like Hydra’s heads.—
25 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?
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DOUGLAS 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?
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KING The King himself, who, Douglas, grieves at heart,
So many of his shadows thou hast met
30 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.
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KING 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.
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DOUGLAS I fear thou art another counterfeit,
35 And yet, in faith, thou bear’st thee like a king.
But mine I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be,
And thus I win thee.
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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,
And thus I win thee.
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They fight. The KING being in danger, enter PRINCE HENRY of Wales
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They fight. The KING being in danger, enter PRINCE HENRY of Wales
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PRINCE HENRY Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like
Never to hold it up again. The spirits
40 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.
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PRINCE HENRY 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.
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They fight. DOUGLAS flieth
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They fight. DOUGLAS flieth
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Cheerly, my lord. How fares your Grace?
Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succor sent,
45 And so hath Clifton. I’ll to Clifton straight.
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Cheerly, my lord. How fares your Grace?
Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succor sent,
And so hath Clifton. I’ll to Clifton straight.
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KING Stay, and breathe awhile.
Thou hast redeemed thy lost opinion
And showed thou mak’st some tender of my life
In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.
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KING Stay, and breathe awhile.
Thou hast redeemed thy lost opinion
And showed thou mak’st some tender of my life
In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.
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PRINCE HENRY 50 O God, they did me too much injury
That ever said I hearkened 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
55 As all the poisonous potions in the world,
And saved the treacherous labor of your son.
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PRINCE HENRY O God, they did me too much injury
That ever said I hearkened 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 saved the treacherous labor of your son.
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KING Make up to Clifton. I’ll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey.
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KING Make up to Clifton. I’ll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey.
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Exit the KING
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Exit the KING
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Enter HOTSPUR
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Enter HOTSPUR
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HOTSPUR If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
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HOTSPUR If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
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PRINCE HENRY Thou speak’st as if I would deny my name.
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PRINCE HENRY Thou speak’st as if I would deny my name.
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HOTSPUR 60 My name is Harry Percy.
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HOTSPUR My name is Harry Percy.
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PRINCE HENRY 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,
65 Nor can one England brook a double reign,
Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales.
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PRINCE HENRY 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.
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HOTSPUR 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.
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HOTSPUR 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.
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PRINCE HENRY 70 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.
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PRINCE HENRY 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.
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HOTSPUR I can no longer brook thy vanities.
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HOTSPUR I can no longer brook thy vanities.
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They fight
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They fight
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Enter FALSTAFF
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Enter FALSTAFF
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FALSTAFF Well said, Hal! To it Hal! Nay, you shall find no boys' play here, I can tell you.
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FALSTAFF Well said, Hal! To it Hal! Nay, you shall find no boys' play here, I can tell you.
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Enter DOUGLAS . He fighteth with FALSTAFF , who falls down as if he were ead.
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Enter DOUGLAS . He fighteth with FALSTAFF , who falls down as if he were ead.
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Exit DOUGLAS
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Exit DOUGLAS
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PRINCE HENRY killeth HOTSPUR
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PRINCE HENRY killeth HOTSPUR
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HOTSPUR O Harry, thou hast robbed 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.
80 But thoughts, 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,
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HOTSPUR O Harry, thou hast robbed 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 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,
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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,
90 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.
95 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,
100 But not remembered in thy epitaph.
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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 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 remembered in thy epitaph.
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He spieth FALSTAFF on the ground
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He spieth FALSTAFF on the ground
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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
105 If I were much in love with vanity.
Death hath not struck so fat a deer today,
Though many dearer in this bloody fray.
Emboweled will I see thee by and by;
Till then in blood by noble Percy lie.
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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 today,
Though many dearer in this bloody fray.
Emboweled will I see thee by and by;
Till then in blood by noble Percy lie.
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Exit PRINCE HENRY
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Exit PRINCE HENRY
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FALSTAFF riseth up
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FALSTAFF riseth up
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FALSTAFF |
FALSTAFF |
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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 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 I killed him. Why may not he rise as well as I? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore, sirrah, (stabs the body) with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me. (he takes up HOTSPUR on his back)
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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 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 I killed him. Why may not he rise as well as I? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore, sirrah, (stabs the body) with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me. (he takes up HOTSPUR on his back)
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Enter PRINCE HENRY and Lord John of LANCASTER
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Enter PRINCE HENRY and Lord John of LANCASTER
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PRINCE HENRY Come, brother John. Full bravely hast thou fleshed
Thy maiden sword.
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PRINCE HENRY Come, brother John. Full bravely hast thou fleshed
Thy maiden sword.
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LANCASTER But soft, whom have we here?
Did you not tell me this fat man was dead?
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LANCASTER But soft, whom have we here?
Did you not tell me this fat man was dead?
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PRINCE HENRY 130 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.
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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.
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FALSTAFF |
FALSTAFF |
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PRINCE HENRY Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw thee dead.
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PRINCE HENRY Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw thee dead.
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FALSTAFF |
FALSTAFF |
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LANCASTER This is the strangest tale that ever I heard.
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LANCASTER This is the strangest tale that ever I heard.
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PRINCE HENRY This is the strangest fellow, brother John.—
150 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.
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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.
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A retreat is sounded
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A retreat is sounded
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The trumpet sounds retreat; the day is ours.
Come, brother, let us to the highest of the field
155 To see what friends are living, who are dead.
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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.
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Exeunt PRINCE HENRY and Lord John of LANCASTER
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Exeunt PRINCE HENRY and Lord John of LANCASTER
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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.
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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.
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Exit
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Exit
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