Why percy i killed myself and saw the dead

Full bravely hast thou fleshed Thy maiden sword. Did you not tell me this fat man was dead? Or is it fantasy that plays upon our eyesight?

I prithee, speak. We will not trust our eyes Without our ears. Prince Hal and Prince John enter and see Falstaff. Hal says something like, "Hey, I thought you were dead. I am not a double man. But if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a jack. There is Percy. 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.

Falstaff brags about killing Percy and Hal says, "What are you talking about? I just killed Percy. 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 valor bear the sin upon their own heads.

If the man were alive and would deny it, zounds, I would make him eat a piece of my sword. 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.

He that rewards me, God reward him. Falstaff tells Hal to stop fibbing and claims that Hotspur only appeared to be dead when Hal left him. Falstaff delivered the mortal wound. Cite This Page. Logging out…. Logging out You've been inactive for a while, logging you out in a few seconds I'm Still Here!

W hy's T his F unny? KING I will do so. Lancaster and Westmoreland exit. They fight. The King being in danger, enter Prince of Wales. Douglas flieth.

They fight and it's not looking good for Henry. Prince Hal runs over and saves his dad's life. Douglas runs off. 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.

If the king will honor me for this, fine. If not, let him kill the next Percy himself. Test your knowledge Take the Act 5, scenes iii-v Quick Quiz.

Popular pages: Henry IV, Part 1. Take a Study Break. Original Text. Modern Text. Full bravely hast thou fleshed Thy maiden sword. Did you not tell me this fat man was dead? Or is it fantasy that plays upon our eyesight?

I prithee, speak. That's despair? Though I do not know whether I am a liberal or a conservative, I am nevertheless enlivened by the hatred which one bears the other. In fact, this hatred strikes me as one of the few signs of life remaining in the world. Other people, so I have read, treasure memorable moments in their lives Failing that, Lord, grant that my article in Brain be published before the destruction takes place. Whoever heard of a bad poet committing suicide?

The reader is only a little better off. The exhilaration of a good poem lasts twenty minutes, an hour at most. Unlike the scientist, the artist has reentry problems that are frequent and catastrophic. Others have been corrupt, but leave it to us to invent the most undistinguished of corruptions. No orgies, no blood running in the street, no babies thrown off cliffs. No, we're sentimental people and we horrify easily. True, our moral fiber is rotten.

Our national character stinks to high heaven. But we are kinder than ever. No prostitute ever responded with a quicker spasm of sentiment when our hearts are touched. Nor is there anything new about thievery, lewdness, lying, adultery. What is new is that in our time liars and thieves and whores and adulterers wish also to be congratulated by the great public, if their confession is sufficiently psychological or strikes a sufficiently heartfelt and authentic note of sincerity.

Oh, we are sincere. I do not deny it. I don't know anybody nowadays who is not sincere. I still can't stand it. I can't stand the way things are. I cannot tolerate this age.

Whenever one courts great happiness, one also risks malaise. Music ransoms us from the past, declares an amnesty, brackets and sets aside the old puzzles. Sing a new song. Start a new life, get a girl, look into her shadowy eyes, smile.

They are not like an immigrant's son in Passaic who desires to become a dentist and that is that. Southerners have trouble ruling out the possible. What happens to a Nothing of course.