Dowg. All's done, all's won, here breathless lies the King. Hot. Where? Hot. This, Dowglas? no: I know his face full well: A gallant Knight he was, his name was Blunt, Semblably furnish'd like the King himself. Dowg. Ah! fool go with thy foul, whither it goes! A borrow'd title haft thou bought too dear. Why didft thou tell me that thou wert a King? Hot. The King hath many marching in his coats. Dowg. Now by my fword, I will kill all his coats; I'll murther all his wardrobe piece by piece, Until I meet the King. Hot. Up and away, Our foldiers ftand full fairly for the day. [Exeunt. VII. Alarm, enter Falstaff solus. Fal. Though I could 'fcape fhot-free at London, I fear the fhot here: here's no fcoring, but upon the pate. Soft, who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt? there's honour for you; here's no vanity! I am as hot as moulten lead, and as heavy too: heav'n keep lead out of me, I need no more weight than mine own bowels!" I have "led my rag-o-muffians where they are pepper'd: "there's not three of my hundred and fifty left alive; "and they are for the town's end, to beg during life. "But who comes here? 7 here's no vanity!] In our author's time the negative, in common speech, was used to defign, ironically, the excess of a thing. Thus Ben Johnson in Every Man in his Humour, fays, OHERE'S NO FOPPERY ! 'Death, I can endure the flocks better. Meaning, as the paffage fhews, that the foppery was exceffive. And fo in many other places. But the Oxford Editor not apprehending this, has alter'd it to, there's vanity! Enter Enter Prince Henry. P. Henry. What, ftand'ft thou idle here? lend me thy fword; Many a noble man lies ftark and ftiff Whose deaths are unreveng'd. Lend me thy fword Fal. O Hal, I pr'ythee, give me leave to breathe a while. Turk Gregory never did fuch deeds in arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him fure. P. Henry. He is, indeed, and living to kill thee: I pr'ythee, lend me thy fword. T Fal. Nay, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st not my fword: but take my pistol, if thou wilt. P. Henry. Give it me: what, is it in the case? Fal. Ay, Hal, 'tis hot. There's that will fack a city. [The Prince draws out a bottle of fack. P. Henry. What, is it a time to jeft and dally now? [Throws it at him, and Exit. Fal. If Percy be alive, he'll pierce him; if he do come in my way, fo; if he do not, if I come in his willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like not fuch grinning honour as Sir Walter hath: give mě life, which if I can fave, fo; if not, honour comes unlook'd for, and there's an end. [Exit. 8 Turk Gregory never did fuch deeds in arms,] Meaning Gregory the feventh, called Hildebrand. This furious frier furmounted almost invincible obftacles to deprive the emperor of his right of inveftiture of bishops, which his predeceffors had long attempted in vain. Fox, in his hiftory, had made this Gregory fo odious, that I don't doubt but the good proteftants of that time were well pleased to hear him thus characterifed, as uniting the attributes of their two great enemies, the Turk and Pope, in one. 9 If Percy be alive, I'LL pierce him ;] Certainly, HE'LL pierce him, i. e. Prince Henry will, who is jult gone out to feek him. Befides, I'll pierce him, contradicts the whole turn and humour of the speech. VOL. IV. SCENE Alarum, Excurfions. Enter the King, the Prince, Lora John of Lancaster, and the Earl of Westmorland. K. Henry. I pr'ythee, Harry, withdraw thy felf, thou bleedeft too much: Lord John of Lancaster, go with him. you Lan. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. P. Henry. I do befeech your Majefty make up, My lord of Westmorland, lead him to his Tent. help; your [land, Lan. We breathe too long; come, coufin WeftmorOur duty this way lies; for heav'n's fake, come. P.Henry. By heav'n, thou haft deceiv'd me, Lancaster, I did not think thee lord of fuch a fpirit: Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John; But now, I do refpect thee as my foul. K. Henry. I faw him hold lord Percy at the point, With luftier maintenance than I did look for Of fuch an ungrown warrior. P. Henry. Oh, this boy Lends mettle to us all. Manet King Henry. Enter Dowglas. [Exeunt. Dowg. Another King? they grow, like Hydra's heads: I am the Dowglas, fatal to all those That wear those colours on them. That counterfeit❜ft the person of a King? What art thou, K. Henry. K. Henry. The King himself, who, Dowglas, grieves at heart, So many of his fhadows thou haft met, And not the very King. I have two boys ; Dowg. I fear, thou art another counterfeit And yet, in faith, thou bear'ft thee like a King: But mine, I'm fure, thou art, whoe'er thou be, And thus I win thee. [They fight: the King being in danger. Enter Prince Henry. P. Henry. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like Never to hold it up again: the Spirits [They fight, Dowglas flyeth. And fhew'd, thou mak'ft fome tender of my life, P. Henry. O heav'n! they did me too much injury, That ever faid, I hearken'd for your death. If it were fo, I might have let alone Th' infulting hand of Dowglas over you; [Exit. O 2 SCENE Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. P. Henry, Then I fee A very valiant Rebel of that name. I am the Prince of Wales: and think not, Percy, Two Stars keep not their motion in one sphere; Hot. Nor fhall it, Harry, for the hour is come [Fight. Fal. Well faid, Hal; to it, Hal. Nay, you fhall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. Enter Dowglas, he fights with Falstaff, who falls down as if he were dead. The Prince kills Percy. I Hot. O, Harry, thou haft robb'd me of my youth: I better brook the lofs of brittle life, Than thofe proud Titles thou haft won of me; [flesh: IO, Harry, thou haft robb'd me of my youth:] I fancy Shake"Spear wrote growth, i. e. honours in the bud. The two following lines feem to point to this reading, and not to agree to the com mon one. But |