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To spend that shortness basely, were too long,
Enter another Messenger.
Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale,
[The Trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt.
Plain near Shrewsbury.
Excursions, and parties fighting. Alarum to the
Battle. Then enter DoUGLAS and BLUNT, meeting
Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus Thou crossest me? What honour dost thou seek
8 Now,-Esperance! This was the word of battle on Percy's side, and has always been the motto of the Percy family.
9 For, heaven to earth,] i. e. one might wager heaven to earth. * Semblably furnish'd, &c.] i.e. in resemblance, alike.
Blunt. They tell thee true.
Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;
[They fight, and BLUNT is slain.
Enter HOTSPUR. Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holme
don thus, I never had triumph'd upon a Scot. Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies
the king Hot. Where? Doug. Here. Hot. This, Douglas? no, I know this face full
well : A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt; Semblably furnish'd' like the king himself.
Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes! A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear. Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?
Hot. The king hath many marchings in his coats, Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his
coats; I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece, Until I meet the king.
Up, and away; Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. (Exeunt.
Other Alarums. Enter FALSTAFF. Fal. Though I could ’scape shot-free at London, I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, 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 molten lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead out of me! I need no more weight than my own bowels.— I have led my raggamuffins where they are peppered : there's but three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and they are for the town's end, to beg during life. But who comes here?
Enter Prince HENRY. P. Hen. What, standst thou idle here: lend me
thy sword : Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies, Whose deaths are unreveng'd: Pr’ythee, lend thy
sword. Fal. O Hal, I pr’ythee, give me leave to breathe a while.-Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him sure.
P. Hen. He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. Lend me thy sword, I pr’ythee.
Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive
*-- Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms,] Meaning Gregory the Seventh, called Hildebrand. This furious friar sur. mounted almost invincible obstacles to deprive the Emperor of his right of investiture of bishops, which his predecessors had long attempted in vain. Fox, in his History, hath made Gregory so odious, that I don't doubt but the good protestants of that time were well pleased to hear him thus characterized, as uniting the attributes of their two great enemies, the Turk-and Pope, in one, VOL. IV.
thou get'st : not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.
P. Hen. Give it me: What, is it in the case ?
Fal. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a city.
[The Prince draws out a bottle of sack. P. Hen. What, is't a time to jest and dally now?
[Throws it at him, and exit. Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll 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 'sir Walter hath: Give me life : which if I can save, so; if not, how nour comes unlooked for, and there's an end.
Another Part of the Field.
Alarums. Excursions. Enter the King, Prince
HENRY, Prince JOHN, and WESTMORELAND.
K. Hen. I pr’ythee, Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much :Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.
P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too,
P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up, Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
K. Hen. I will do so :My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your
tent. P. Hen. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your
3-a carbonado of me.) A tarborado da piece of masat cut To8g-wise for the gridiron,
And heaven forbid, a shallow seratch should drive
Èxeunt Prince John, and WESTMORELAND. P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiy'd me, Lan
O, this boy,
Doug. Another King! they grow like Hydras?
heads: I am the Douglas, fatal to all those That wear those colours on them.--What art thou, That counterfeit’st the person of a king? K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves
at heart, So many
of his shadows thou hast met, And not the very king. I have two boys, Seek Percy, and thyself about the field : But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily, I will assay thee; so defend thyself.
Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit; And yet, in faith, thou bear’st thee like a king : But mine, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be,