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And if we liue, we liue to treed on kinges,
MelMy lord prepare, the king comes on apace.
Hot. I thanke him, that he cuts me from my tale :
Here they embrace, the trumpets found, the king enters with
his power, alarme to the battell; then enter Dowglas, and fir Walter Blunt. Blunt. What is thy name, that in battell thus thou crosselt
me ? What honour dost thou seeke vpon my head?
Dow. Know then, my name is Dowglas, And I doe haunt thee in the battell thus, Because some tell me, that thou art a king.
Blunt. They tell thee true.
Dowg. The lord of Stafflord deare to day hath bought Thy likenesse, for in ftead of thee, king Harry
This sword hath ended him, so shall it thee,
Blunt. I was not borne to yeeld +, thou proud Sot,
They figt, Dowglas kils Blunt; then enters Hotspur.
Dowg. Als done, als won, here breathles Iyes the king.
Hot. This, Dowglas?? no, 'I know this face full well,
Dowg. Ah foole, goe with thy foule whither it goes,
Hot. The king hath many marching in his coates.
Dowg. Now by my sword, I will kill all his coates,
Hot. Vp and away.
Alarme. Enter Falftalffe folus. Falf. Though I could scape shot-free at London, I feare the shot here here's no scoring but vpon the pate. Soft, who are you fir Walter Blunt, there's honour for you, here's no vanitie, I am as hot as molten lead, and as heauie too: God keepe lead out of me, I need no more weight then mine owne bowels. I haue led my rag of muffins where they are peperd:
t a yielder,
theres not three of my 150. left aliue, and they are for the townes end, to beg during life. But who comes heere?
Enter the prince. Prin. What standst thou idle here? lend me thy sword, Many a noble man lies starke and stiffe Vnder the houes of vaunting enemies, Whose deaths are yet vnreuengd ; I prethee lend me thy
sword. Fal. O Hal, I prethee giue me leaue to breath a while : Turke Gregorie neuer did such deeds in armes, as I haue done this day: I haue payd Percy, I haue made him sure.
Prin. He is indeed, and living to kill theę ; I prethee lend me thy sword.
Fal. Nay, before God Hal, if Percy be aliue, thou getst not my sword; but take my pistoll if thou wilt.
Prin. Giue it me: what? is it in the case?
The prince drawes it out, and
findes it a bottle of facke. Prin. What is it a time to iest and dally now. He throwes the bottle at him.
Exit. Fal. If Percy be aliue, Ile pierce him, if 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 fir Walter hath : giue me life, which, if I can saue, fo: if not, honour comes vnlookt for, and theres an end.
Alarme, excursions, enter the king, the prince, lord Iohn of
Lancaster, and earle of Westmerland. King. I prethee Harry, withdraw thy felfe, thou bleedest too much; lord Iohn of Lancaster, goe you with him,
* tis hot, lis ber.
P. Ioh. Not I, my lord, vnlesse I did bleed too.
Prin. I beseech your maiestie make vp, Least your retirement doe amaze your friends. King. I will do so; my L. of Westmerland lead him to his
Prin. Lead me my lord? I do not need your helpe,
Lohn. Wee breath too long, come coofen Weftmerland,
Prin. By God, thou hast deceiude me, Lancaster,
King. I saw him hold lord Percy at the poynt,
King. The king himselfe, who Douglas grieues at heart,
of his shadowes thou hast met,
Dowg. I feare thou art another counterfeit;
But mine I am sure thou art, who ere thou be;
They fight, the king being in danger, enter prince of Wales.
Prin. Hold vp thy head vile Scot, or thou art like
They fight, Dowglas flyeth.
King. Sray, and breath a while,
Prin. O God, they did me too much iniurie,
Hen. Why then I see a very valiant rebell of that name. I am the prince of Wales ; and thinke not Percy,