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SCENE III.—Plain near Shrewsbury.
do come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in his, Excursions, and Parties fighting; Alarum to the Battle. such grinning honour as sir Walter hath : give me life;
willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like not Then enter Douglas and Blunt, meeting.
which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes unlooked Blunt. What is thy name, that in battle thus for, and there's an end.
[E.cit. Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek
SCENE IV.-Another Part of the Field.
Alarums. Excursions. Enter the King, Prince Henry, And I do haunt thee in the battle thus,
Prince John, and WestMORELAND. Because some tell me that thou art a king.
K. Hen. I pr’ythee, Blunt. They tell thee true.
Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much.Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him. Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, king Harry, P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee,
P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up, Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
Lest your retirement do amaze your friends. Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot; K. Hen. I will do so.-My lord of Westmoreland, And thou shalt find a king that will revenge
Lead him to his tent. Lord Stafford's death. [They fight, and Blunt is slain. West. Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent. Enter Hotspur.
P. Hen. Lead me, my lord ? I do not need your help: Hot. O Douglas! hadst thou fought at Holmedon And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive thus,
The prince of Wales from such a field as this, I never had triumph'd upon a Scot.
Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on, Doug. All's done, all's won : bere breathless lies the And rebels' arms triumph in massacres ! king.
P.John. We breathe too long.–Come, cousin WestHot. Where?
moreland, Doug. Here.
Our duty this way lies: for God's sake, come. Hot. This, Douglas ? no; I know this face full well :
[Exeunt Prince John and WESTMORELAND. A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt,
P. Hen. By God thou hast deceiv'd me, Lancaster, Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.
I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:
But now, I do respect thee as my soul.
K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point, Hot. The king hath many masking in his coats. With lustier maintenance than I did look for
Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats ; Of such an ungrown warrior. I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
0! this boy Until I meet the king.
Lends mettle to us all.
[Exit. Hot. Up, and away!
Alarums. Enter Douglas. Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. [E.reunt. Doug. Another king ! they grow like Hydra's heads. Alarums. Enter Falstaff.
I am the Douglas, fatal to all
those Fal. Though I could ’scape shot-free at London, I That wear those colours on them :—what art thou, fear the shot here; here's no scoring, but upon the That counterfeit'st the person of a king? pate.--Soft! who art thou ? Sir Walter Blunt - K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves there's honour for you; here's no vanity.-I am as hot at heart, as molten lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead out 'So many of his shadows thou hast met, of me! I need no more weight than mine own bowels. And not the very king. I have two boys --I have led my raggamuffins where they are peppered: Seek Percy, and thyself, about the field: there's not three of my hundred and fifty left alive, But, seeing thou fail'st on me so luckily, and they are for the town's end, to beg during life. I will assay thee; and defend thyself. But who comes here?
Doug. I fear thou art another counterfeit,
And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king : P. Hen. What! stand'st thou idle here ? lend me. But mine I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be, thy sword :
And thus I win thee. Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
[They fight : the King being in danger, enter Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
P. HENRY. Whose deaths are yet unreveng'd. I pr'ythee, lend P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like me thy sword.
Never to hold it up again! the spirits Fal. O Hal! I pr’ythee, give me leave to breathe Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: a while.—Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms, It is the prince of Wales that threatens thee, as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, I have Who never promiseth, but he means to pay.made him sure.
[They fight: Douglas flies. P. Hen. He is, indeed ; and living to kill thee. Cheerly, my lord : how fares your grace ?I pr'ythee lend me thy sword.
Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou And so hath Clifton ; I'll to Clifton straight. get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt. K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while.
P. Hen. Give it me. What, is it in the case ? Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion;
Fal. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot: there's that will And show'd thou mak'st some tender of my life, sack a city. [The Prince draws out a bottle of sack. In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me. P. Hen. What! is't a time to jest and dally now? P. Hen. O God ! they did me too much injury,
[Throws it at him, and exit. That ever said I hearken'd for your death. Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he If it were so, I might have let alone
The insulting hand of Douglas over you;
that hot termagant Scot bad paid me scot and lot too. Which would have been as speedy in your end, Counterfeit? I lie; I am no counterfeit: to die, is to As all the poisonous potions in the world,
be a counterfeit; for he is but the counterfeit of a And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son.
man, who hath not the life of a man; but to counterK. Hen. Make up to Clifton : I'll to sir Nicholas feit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no Gawsey.
[Exit King Henry. counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life Enter HotsPUR.
indeed. The better part of valour is discretion, in the Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. which better part, I have saved my life. 'Zounds! I P. Hen. Thou speak’st as if I would deny my name. am afraid of this gunpowder Percy, though he be dead. Hot. My name is Harry Percy.
How, if he should counterfeit too, and rise ? By my P. Hen.
Why, then I see faith, I am afraid he would prove the better counterA very valiant rebel of that name.
feit. Therefore I'll make him sure ; yea, and I'll swear I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, I killed him. Why may not he rise, as well as I ? To share with me in glory any more:
Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere; therefore, sirrah, with a new wound in your thigh come Nor can one England brook a double reign,
you along with me. [He takes Hotspur on his back. Of Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales.
Re-enter Prince Henry and Prince John. Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come P. Hen. Come, brother John; full bravely hast thou To end the one of us; and would to God,
flesh'd Thy name in arms were now as great as mine! Thy maiden sword. Þ. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee; P. John.
But, soft! whom have we here? And all the budding honours on thy crest
Did you not tell me this fat man was dead? I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.
P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless, and Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. [They fight. bleeding Enter FALSTAFF.
On the ground. Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal !-Nay, you shall Art thou alive? or is it phantasy find no boy's play here, I can tell you.
That plays upon our eyesight? I pr’ythee, speak; Enter Douglas: he fights with Falstaff, who falls down We will not trust our eyes, without our ears.
as if he were dead, and exit Douglas. Hotspur is Thou art not what thou seem'st. wounded, and falls.
Fal. No, that's certain : I am not a double man; Hot. O, Harry! thou hast robb'd me of my youth. but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There I better brook the loss of brittle life,
is Percy: [Throwing down the body.) if your father Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; will do me any honour, so; if not, let him kill the next They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my Percy himself. I look to be either earl or duke, I can flesh:
assure you. But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; P. Hen. Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw thee And time, that takes survey of all the world,
dead. Must have a stop. O! I could prophesy,
Fal. Didst thou ?-Lord, lord, how this world is But that the earthy and cold hand of death
given to lying !- I grant you I was down and out of Lies on my tongue.—No, Percy, thou art dust, breath, and so was he; but we rose both at an instant, And food for
[Dies. and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If I P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well, may be believed, so; if not, let them that should regreat heart !
ward valour bear the sin upon their own heads. I'll Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! take it upon my death, I gave him this wound in the When that this body did contain a spirit,
thigh: if the man were alive, and would deny it, A kingdom for it was too small a bound;
'zounds! I would make him eat a piece of my sword. But now, two paces of the vilest earth
P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard. Is room enough :—this earth that bears thee dead, P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother John.Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
For any part, if a lie may do thee grace, I should not make so dear a show of zeal :
I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. But let my favours hide thy mangled face,
[A Retreat is sounded. And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself
The trumpet sounds retreat; the day is ours. For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
Come, brother, let us to the highest of the field, Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven: To see what friends are living, who are dead. Thy ignomy sleep with thee in the grave,
[Exeunt Prince Henry and Prince John. But not remember'd in thy epitaph.
Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that [Seeing Falstaff on the ground. rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great, I'll What! old acquaintance ! could not all this flesh grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell :
cleanly, as a nobleman should do. I could have better spar'd a better man.
[Exit, dragging out Percy's Body. 0! I should have a heavy miss of thee,
SCENE V.- Another Part of the Field.
The Trumpets sound. Enter King Henry, Prince Though many dearer, in this bloody fray,
Henry, Prince John, WESTMORELAND, and Others, Embowell’d will I see thee by and by ;
with Worcester, and VERNON, prisoners. Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. Exit. K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.
Fal. [Rising.] Embowelled ! if thou embowel me Ill-spirited Worcester, did we not send grace, to-day, I'll give you leave to powder me, and eat me Pardon, and terms of love to all of you? too, to-morrow. 'Sblood ! 'twas time to counterfeit, or And would'st thou turn our offers contrary ?
Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?
With all my heart. Three knights upon our party slain to-day,
P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you A noble earl, and many a creature else,
This honourable bounty shall belong. Had been alive this hour,
Go to the Douglas, and deliver him If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne
Up to his pleasure, ransomless, and free: Betwixt our armies true intelligence.
His valour, shown upon our crests to-day, Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to, Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds, And I embrace this fortune patiently,
Even in the bosom our adversaries. Which not to be avoided falls on me.
P. John. I thank your grace for this high courtesy, K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon Which I shall put in act without delay. too:
K. Hen. Then this remains,—that we divide our Other offenders we will pause upon.
power. [Exeunt Worcester and VERNON, guarded. You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, How goes the field ?
Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest speed, P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when he saw To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop, The fortune of the day quite turn’d from him, Who, as we hear, are busily in arms: The noble Percy slain, and all his men
Myself, and you, son Harry, will towards Wales, Upon the foot of fear, fled with the rest;
To fight with Glendower and the earl of March. And falling from a hill he was so bruis'd,
Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, That the pursuers took him. At my tent
Meeting the check of such another day : The Douglas is, and I beseech your grace,
And since this business so fair is done, I may dispose of him.
Let us not leave till all our own be won.
KING HENRY IV.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. KING HENRY THE FOURTH.
Travers and Morton, Retainers of NorthumHENRY, Prince of Wales;
berland. Thomas, Duke of Clarence;
Falstaff, BARDOLPH, Pistol, and a Page. Prince John OF LANCASTER;
Poins and Peto. PRINCE HUMPHREY OF GLOUCESTER;
Shallow and SILENCE, Country Justices. EARL OF WARWICK;
Of the King's
Davy, Servant to Shallow. EARL OF WESTMORELAND;
Mouldy, Shadow, Wart, Feeble, and BULCALF, Gower; HARCOURT;
Recruits. Lord Chief Justice of the King's Bench.
Fang and SNARE, Sheriff's Officers. A Gentleman attending on the Chief Justice.
Rumour, the Presenter. EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND;
A Porter. A Dancer, Speaker of the Epilogue. SCROOP, Archbishop of York;
Lady NORTHUMBERLAND. LADY Percy. LORD MOWBRAY;
Opposites to the Hostess QUICKLY. Doll TEAR-SHEET. LORD HASTINGS;
Ring. LORD BARDOLPH;
Lords, and Attendants; Officers, Soldiers, MesSir John COLEVILLE.
senger, Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, &c. SCENE, England.
Warkworth. Before Northumberland's Castle.
Enter Rumour, painted full of Tongues.
Can play upon it. But what need I thus
Enter Warder, above.
Ward. What shall I say you are ?
Tell thou the earl, Bard. Who keeps the gate here? ho! - Where is That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here. the earl ?
Ward. His lordship is walk'd forth into the orchard:
Please it your honour, knock but at the gate, Foretels the nature of a tragic volume:
[Exit Warder. So looks the strond, whereon th' imperious flood Enter NORTHUMBERLAND.
Hath left a witness'd usurpation. Bard.
Here comes the earl. Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury? North. What news, lord Bardolph? every minute Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord;
Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask, Should be the father of some stratagem.
To fright our party. The times are wild : contention, like a horse
How doth my son and brother? Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,
Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek And bears down all before him.
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Bard.
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.
So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, North. Good, an God will !
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, Bard.
As good as heart can wish. And would have told him, half his Troy was burn'd: The king is almost wounded to the death,
But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue, And in the fortune of my lord, your son,
And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it. Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts This thou would'st say, - Your son did thus, and Kill’d by the hand of Douglas; young prince John, thus; And Westmoreland and Stafford, fled the field; Your brother, thus; so fought the noble Douglas; And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk sir John, Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds, Is prisoner to your son. O! such a day,
But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed, So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won,
Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, Came not till now to dignify the times,
Ending with—brother, son, and all are dead. Since Cæsar's fortunes.
Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet; North. How is this deriv'd ?
But for my lord, your son,-, Saw you the field ? came you from Shrewsbury? North.
Why, he is dead. Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came from See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath! thence;
He that but fears the thing he would not know, A gentleman well-bred, and of good name,
Hath by instinct knowledge from others' eyes, That freely render'd me these news for true.
That what he fear'd is chanced. Yet speak, Morton:
And I will take it as a sweet disgrace,
Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid: More than he haply may retail from me.
Your spirit is too true; your fears too certain.
North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come with dead. you?
I see a strange confession in thine eye: Tra. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back Thou shak'st thy head; and hold'st it fear, or sin, With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd, To speak the truth. If he be slain, say so: Out-rode me. After him came spurring hard
The tongue offends not, that reports his death; A gentleman, almost forspent with speed,
And he doth sin that doth belie the dead, That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse. Not he which says the dead is not alive. He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury :
Hath but a losing office; and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead. And, bending forward, struck his armed heels
Mor. I am sorry I should force you to believe Against the panting sides of his poor jade
That which I would to heaven I had not seen; Up to the rowel-head; and, starting so,
But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, He seem'd in running to devour the way,
Rendering faint quittance, wearied and outbreath'd, Staying no longer question.
To Harry Monmouth; whose swift wrath beat down North. Ha!-Again.
The never-daunted Percy to the earth, Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold? From whence with life he never more sprung up. Of Hotspur, coldspur? that rebellion
In few, his death, whose spirit lent a fire Had met ill-luck!
Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,
My lord, I'll tell you what : Being bruited once, took fire and heat away
For from his metal was his party steel'd;
Which once in him abated, all the rest North. Why should that gentleman, that rode by Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead. Travers,
And as the thing that's heavy in itself, Give, then, such instances of loss?
Upon enforcement flies with greatest speed, Bard.
Who, he ? So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss, He was some hilding fellow, that had stolen
Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear, The horse he rode on, and, upon my life,
That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim, Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news. Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, Enter Morton.
Fly from the field. Then was that noble Worcester North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, Too soon ta'en prisoner; and that furious Scot,