Enter the PRINCE.
PRINCE HENRY: What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword: 
Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
Whose deaths are yet unrevenged: I prithee,
lend me thy sword.
FALSTAFF: O Hal, I prithee, give me leave to breathe 
awhile. Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms
as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, I have
made him sure.
PRINCE HENRY: He is, indeed; and living to kill thee.
I prithee, lend me thy sword. 
FALSTAFF: Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive,
thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou
PRINCE HENRY: Give it me: what, is it in the case?
FALSTAFF: Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that 
will sack a city.
[The PRINCE draws it out, and finds it to be a bottle of sack.]
PRINCE HENRY: What, is it a time to jest and dally now?[He throws the bottle at him. Exit.]
FALSTAFF: Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If[Exit.]
he do come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in
his willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like 
not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath: give me
life: which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes
unlooked for, and there's an end.