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Enter a MESSENGER.

Walter Blunt; there's honour for you: Here's Mess. My lord, here are letters for you.

no vanity I-I am as hot as molten lead, and as Hot. I cannot read thern now.

heavy too : God keep lead out of me! I need no O gentlemen, the time of life is short :

more weight than mine own bowels.--I have led To spend that shortness basely, were too long,

my raggamuffins where they are peppered: If life did ride upon a dial's point,

there's but three of my hundred and fifty left Still ending at the arrival of an hour.

alive; and they are for the town's end, to beg An if we live, we live to tread on kings ;

during life. But who comes here? II die, brave death, when princes die with us!

Enter Prince HENRY.
Now for our conscience, the arms are fair,
When the intent of bearing them is just.

P. Hen. What, stand'st thou idle here ? lend

me thy sword: Enter another MESSENGER.

Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff Mess. My loru, prepare ; the king comes on

es on Under the boofs of vaunting enemies, apace.

Whose deaths are unreveng'd: Pr'ythee, lend Hot. I thank him that he cuts me from my

thy sword: tale,

| Fal. O Hal, 1 pr'ythee, give me leave to For I profess not talking : Only this

breathe a while.-Turk Gregory never did such Let each man do bis best : and here draw I

deeds in arms, as I have done this day. I have A sword, whose temper I intend to stain

paid Percy, I have made him sure. With the best blood that I can meet withal

P. Hen. He is, indeed ; and living to kill in the adventure of this perilous day.

thee. Lend me thy sword, I pr'ythee. Now,-Esperance 1-Percy ! -And set on.

Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, Sound all the lofty instruments of war,

thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, And by that music let us all embrace :

if thou wilt. For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall

P. Hen. Give it me: What, is it in the case ? A second time do such a courtesy.

Fal. Ay, Hal; 'lis hot, "tis hot, there's that (The Trumpets sound. They embrace, and will sack a city, exeunt.

(The Prince draws out a bottle of sack.

1 P. Hen. What, is't a time to jest and dally - SCENE INI.-Plain near Shrewsbury.

now? [Throws it at him and exit.

Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce hitn. Excursions, and Parties fighting. Alarum If he do come in my way, so : if he do not, if I

to the Battle. Then enter DOUGLAS and come in his willingly, let him make a carboBLUNT, meeting.

nado • of me. I like not such grinning bonour Blunt. What is tay name, that in the battle as Sir Walter hath : Give me life: which if I thus

can save, so if not, honour comes unlooked for, Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek and there's an end.

[Erit. Upon my head ?

Doug. Know then, my name is Douglas; SCENE IV.-Another part of the Field. And I do haunt thee in the battle thus,

Alarums. -- Excursions.- Enter the King, Because some tell me that thou art a king. Blunt. They tell thee true.

Prince HENRY, Prince Joux, and WESTDoug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath

MORELAND. bought

K. Hen. I prøythee,

(much :Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, king Harry, Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too This sword hath ended him : so shall it thee, Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him. Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner (Scot, P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud

too. And thou shalt find a king that will revenge

P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up, Lord Stafford's death.

Lest your retirement do amaze your friends. [They fight, and BLUNT is slain. K. Hen. I will do so :

My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. Enter HorsPUR.

West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to Hot, ( Douglas, badst thou fought at Hol

your tent medon thus,

P. Hen. Lead me, my lord ? I do not need I never had triumph'd upon a Scot.

your help : Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless And heaven forbid a shallow scratch should lies the king.

drive Hot. Where?

The prince of Wales from such a field as this: Doug. Here.

Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on, Hot. This, Douglas ? no, I know this face And rebel's arms triumph in massacres ! full well :

P. John. We breathe too long :-Come, couA gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt ;

sin Westmoreland, Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.' Tour duty this way lies : for God's sake, come.

Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it (Exeunt Prince JOAN and WESTMORELAND. A borrow'd title bast thou bought too dear. (goes : P. Hen. By heaven, thou bast deceiv'd me, Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king? |

Lancaster, Hot. The king hath many marching in his I did not think thee lord of such a spirit: coats.

Before I lov'd thee as a brother, John ; Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his But now, I do respect thee as my soul. coats ;

K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the l'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,

point, Until I meet the king.

With lustier maintenance than I did look for Hot. Up, and away ;

of such an ungrown warrior. Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.

P. Hen. Oh! this boy | Excunt. Lends mettle to us all!

(Erit. Other Alarums.- Enter FALSTAFF.

Alarums.- Enter Douglas. Fal Though I could 'scape shot-free at Lon. I Doug. Another king ! they grow like Hydra's don. I fear the shot here; bere's no scoring,

heads : hut upon the pate.--Soft! who art thout Sir | I am the Douglas, fatal to all those

. ln resemblance,

1 piece of meat cut crossways fer the gridror.

That wear those colours on them. What art P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy : Fare thico That counterfeit'st the person of a king ? (thou,

well, great heart K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, m weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! grieves at heart,

When that this body did contain a spirit, So many of his shadows thou hast met,

A kingdom for it was too small a bound : And not the very king. I have two boys.?

But now, two paces of the vilest earth Seek Percy and thyself about the field :

Is room enough ;-This earth, that bears thee But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily,

Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. (dead, I will assay thee; so defend thyself.

| If thon wert sensible of courtesy, Doug. I fear thou art another counterfeit; I should not make so dear a show of zeal: And yet. in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king : But let my favours • hide thy mangled face ; But mine, I am sure, thou art, who'er thou be, And, even in thy beball, I'll tbank myself And thus I win thee.

For doing these fair rites of tenderness. [They fight; the King being in danger, enter Adien, and take thy praise with tree to heaven! Prince HENRY.

| Thy ignomy sleep with thee in the grave, P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou But not remembered in thy epitaph art like

(He sees FALSTAFF on the ground. Never to bold it up again! the spirits

What! old acquaintance I could not all this flesh
of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: Keep in a little life ? Poor Jack, farewell !
It is the prince of Wales that threatens thee; I could have better spar'd a better man.
Who never promiseth, but he means to pay. 0 I should have a beavy miss of thee,

[They fight; DOUGLAS pies. If I were much in love with vanity.
Cheerly, my lord; How fares your grace ? Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day,
Sir Nicbolas Gawsey hath for succour sent, Though many dearer, in this bloody fray -
And so hath Clifton ; I'll to Clifton straight. Embowell's will I see thee by and by ;
K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while :

Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. (Exit. Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion ; (life,

e, Fal. (Rising slowly.] Embowelled ! ir thou And show'd thou mak'st some tender of my l embowel me to.day.

embowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to pow

Il give von leave In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me. der + me, and eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, P. Hen. 0 beaven! they did me too much 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant injury,

Scot bad paid me scot and lot too. CounterTbat ever said I hearken'd for your death. feit? I lie, am no counterfeit : To die, is to be a If it were so, I might have let alone

counterfeit ; for he is but the counterfeit of a The insulting hand of Douglas over you ;

man, who hath not the life of a man : but to Which would have been as speedy in your end, counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, As all the poisonous potions in the world,

is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son. image of life indeed. The better part of valour K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to Sir Nich is-discretion ; in the which better part, I have olas Gawsey. [Exit King HENRY. saved my life. 'Zounds, I am afraid of this

gunpowder Percy, though he be dead: How, Enter HOTSPUR.

if he should counterfeit too, and rise ? I am Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Mon afraid he would prove the better counterfeit. mouth.

Therefore I'll make him sure : yea, and I'll P. Hen. Thou speak’st as if I would deny swear I killed bim. Why may not be rise, as my name.

well as IT nothing confutes me but eyes, and Hot. My name is Harry Percy.

nobody sees me. Therefore, Sirrah, [Stabbing P. Hen. Wby, then I see

him.) with a new wound in your thigh, come you A very valiant rebel of the name.

along with me. (Takes HOTSPUR on his barik. I am the prince of Wales ; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more :

Re-enter Prince HENRY and Prince JOHN. Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere ; P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely Nor can one England brook a double reign,

hast thou flesh'd of Harry Percy and the prince of Wales.

Thy maiden sword. Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come

P. John. But, soft! whom have we here? To end the one of us ; And 'would to God,

Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead ? Thy name in arms were now as great as mine! P. Hen. I did ; I saw him dead, breathless, P Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from Upon the ground.

(and bleeding And all the budding honours on thy crest (thee; Art thou alive ? or is it fantasy

(speak; I'll crop to make a garland for my head.

That plays upou our eyesight? I prytbee Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities.

We will not trust our eyes, without our ears [They fight. Thou art not what thou seem'st.

Fal. No, that's certain ; I am not a double Enter EALSTAFF.

man : but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal !--Nay, you a Jack. There is Percy: Throwing the body shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. down.) if your father will do me any honour

so; if not, let him kill the next Percy himself. Enter DOUGLAS; he fights with FALSTAFF,

| 1 look to be either earl or duke, I can assure who falls down as if he were dead, and exit Douglas. HOTSPUR is wounded, and

P. Hen. Why, Percy 1 killed myself, and falli.

saw thee dead. HI. O Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my

Fal. Didst thou ? Lord, Lord, how this I better brook the loss of brittle life, (youth, world is given to Jying 1-1 grant you, I was Tban those proud titles thou + bast won of me; down, and out of breath; and so was be: but They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword we arose both at an instant, and fought a long hour my flesh;-

[fool;

by Shrewsbury clock. If I may be believed, so; But thought's the slave of life, and life time's!

if not, let them that should reward valour bear And time, that takes survey of all the world,

the sin upon their own heads. I'll take it upon Must bave a stop. 0 I could prophesy,

my death, I gave him this wound in the thigh : But that the earthy and cold band of death

if the man were alive, and would deny it, I Lies on my tongue :-No, Percy, thou art dust,

would make him eat a piece of my sword. And food for

(Dies.

P. John. This is the strangest tale tbat e'er I • There is no reason to suppose that Hotspur was

heard. slain by the Prince of Wales he probably fell by an unknown hand. Reputation. | Scarf, with which he covers Percy's face. Sulle

K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and

P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother
Jobo.-

Vernon too:
Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back; Other offenders we will pause upon.-
For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,

Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. How goes the field i

(A Retreat is sounded. P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is our's.

be saw Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field, The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, To see what friends are living, who are dead. The noble Percy slain and all his men

(Ereunt Prince HENRY and Prince Joan. Upon the foot of fear,-fled with the rest ;

Fal. I'll follow, as they say for reward. He And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis'd. that rewards me, God reward bim! If I do That the pursuers took him. At my tent grow great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and The Douglas is ; And I beseech your grace, leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman I may dispose of bim. should do. (Exit, bearing off the body. K. Hen. With all my heart.

P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster to SCENE V. - Another part of the Field. | This honourable bounty shall belong : (you

Go to the Douglas and deliver him
The Trumpets sound.-Enter King HENRY,

Prince HENRY, Prince JOHN, WESTMORE His valour, shown upon our crests to-day,
LAND and others, with WORCESTER and

Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds, VERNON, prisoners.

Even in the bosom of our adversaries. P. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find re K. Hen. Then this remains, that we divide buke.

our power.Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace, You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, Pardon, and terms of love to all of you?

Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest And would'st thou turn our offers contrary ?

speed, Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?

To meet Northumberland and the prelate Three knigbts upon our party slain to-day,

Scroop, A poble earl, and many a creature else,

Who, as we hear, are busily in arms : Had been alive this hour,

Myself and you, son Harry, will towards Wales. If, like a Christian, thou badst truly borne To fight with Glendower and the earl of Marcb. Betwixt our armies true intelligence.

Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, Wor. What I have done, my safety urged me Meeting the cbeck of sucb another day: to;

And since this business so fair is done, And I embrace this fortune patiently,

Let us not leave till all our own be won. Since not to be avoided it falls on me.

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