And if we liue, we liue to treed on kinges, Enter another. Me My lord prepare, the king comes on apace. Let each man doe his best: and here draw I a fword, With the best blood that I can meet withall, In the aduenture of this perilous day. Now efperance Percy, and set on, Sound all the loftie inftruments of warre, A fecond time do such a curtefie. 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 crossest me? What honour doft thou feeke vpon my head? Dow. Know then, my name is Dowglas, And I doe haunt thee in the battell thus, Because fome tell me, that thou art a king. Blunt. They tell thee true. Dowg. The lord of Stafflord deare to day hath bought Thy likeneffe, for in ftead of thee, king Harry are. This fword hath ended him, fo fhall it thee, * Vnleffe thou yeeld thee as a prifoner. Blunt. I was not borne to yeeld †, thou proud Sot, They figt, Dowglas kils Blunt; then enters Hotfpur. Hot. O Dowglas, hadft thou fought at Holmedon thus, Dowg. Als done, als won, here breathles lyes the king. Dowg. Heere. 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. Hot. Vp and away. Our fouldiers ftand full fairely for the day. Alarme. Enter Falstalffe folus. Falf. Though I could fcape fhot-free at London, I feare the shot here here's no fcoring 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: ❤my. ta yielder. 1ироп. Hh 4 theres theres not three of my 150. left aliue, and they are for the But who comes heere? townes end, to beg during life. Enter the prince. Prin. What ftandft thou idle here? lend me thy fword, Many a noble man lies starke and stiffe Vnder the houes of vaunting enemies, Whose deaths are yet vnreuengd; I prethee lend me thy fword. Fal. O Hal, I prethee giue me leaue to breath a while: Turke Gregorie neuer did fuch deeds in armes, as I haue done this day: I haue payd Percy, I haue made him fure. Prin. He is indeed, and liuing to kill thee; I prethee lend me thy fword. Fal. Nay, before God Hal, if Percy be aliue, thou getst not my fword; but take my piftoll if thou wilt. Prin. Giue it me: what? is it in the cafe? Falf. I Hal, tis hot*, theres that will facke a citie. The prince drawes it out, and findes it a bottle of facke. He throwes the bottle at him. Exit. Fal. If Percy be aliue, Ile 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 fir Walter hath: giue me life, which, if I can faue, fo: if not, honour comes vnlookt for, and theres an end. Alarme, excurfions, 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 bot, tis bot.. P. Ich. P. Ioh. Not I, my lord, vnleffe I did bleed too. Leaft your retirement doe amaze your friends. King. I will do fo; my L. of Westmerland lead him to his tent. Weft. Come, my lord, Ile lead you to your tent, Prin. Lead me my lord? I do not need your helpe, The prince of Wales from fuch a field as this, And rebels armes triumph in massacres. John. Wee breath too long, come coofen Weftmerland, Prin. By God, thou haft deceiude me, Lancafter, But now I doe respect thee as my foule. King. I faw him hold lord Percy at the poynt, Prin. O, this boy lends mettall to vs all. Dowg. Another king, they grow like Hydras heads, I am the Dowglas fatall to all those That weare thofe colours on them. What art thou That counterfeitft the perfon of a king? Exit. King. The king himfelfe, who Douglas grieues at heart, So many of his fhadowes thou haft met, And not the very king: I haue two boyes Seeke Percy and thy felfe, about the field? I will affay thee, and defend thy felfe. Dowg. I feare thou art another counterfeit ; And yet in fayth thou beareft thee like a king: But But mine I am fure 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 Of valiant Sherly, Stafford, Blunt, are in my armes, Cheerely my lord, how fares your grace? Thou haft redeemd thy loft opinion, And fhewde thou makeft fome tender of my life Prin. O God, they did me too much iniurie, Kin. Make vp to Clifton, Ile to S. Nicholas Gawfey. Enter Hotspur. Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth? Exit. Hen. Why then I fee a very valiant rebell of that name. I am the prince of Wales; and thinke not Percy, To |