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 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,
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 I 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. 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 I may 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.
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