_Prince._ I did; I saw him dead,[3218] Breathless and bleeding on the ground. Art thou alive?[3218][3219] Or is it fantasy that plays upon our eyesight?[3218] I prithee, speak; we will not trust our eyes[3218] 135 Without our ears: thou art not what thou seem'st.[3218] _Fal._ 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[3220] [_throwing the body down_]: if your father will do me any[3221] honour, so; if not, let him kill the next Percy himself. I[3222] 140 look to be either earl or duke, I can assure you. _Prince._ Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw thee dead.[3223] _Fal._ Didst thou? Lord, Lord, how this world is given[3224] 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 145 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[3225] wound in the thigh: if the man were alive, and would deny it, 'zounds, I would make him eat a piece of my sword.[3226] 150 _Lan._ This is the strangest tale that ever I heard.[3227] _Prince._ 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. 155 [_A retreat is sounded._[3228] The trumpet sounds retreat; the day is ours.[3229] Come, brother, let us to the highest of the field, To see what friends are living, who are dead.[3230] [_Exeunt Prince of Wales and Lancaster._ _Fal._ I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great, I'll grow[3231] 160 less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly as a nobleman should do. [_Exit._[3232] SCENE V. _Another part of the field._ _The trumpets sound. Enter the_ KING, PRINCE of WALES, LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER, EARL of WESTMORELAND, _with_ WORCESTER _and_ VERNON _prisoners_.[3233] _King._ Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.[3234] Ill-spirited Worcester! did not we send grace,[3235] Pardon and terms of love to all of you? And wouldst thou turn our offers contrary? Misuse the tenour of thy kinsman's trust? 5 Three knights upon our party slain to-day, A noble earl and many a creature else Had been alive this hour,[3236] If like a Christian thou hadst truly borne Betwixt our armies true intelligence. 10