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Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot; Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much:And thou shalt find a king that will revenge Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him. Lord Statlord's death.

P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. (They fight, and Blunt is slain. P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up, Enter Hotspur.

Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.

K. 'Hen. I will do so :Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holme- My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. don thus,

West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your tent. I never had triú mph'd upon a Scot.

P. Hen. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless

help: lies the king.

And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should 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 full And rebels' arms triumph in massacres ! well :

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

Westmoreland, Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.

Our duty this way lies ; for God's sake, come. Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes !

(Exeuni Prince John and Westmoreland. A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear.

P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceir'd me, Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king ?

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

Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats; Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John;
I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece, But now, I do respect thee as my soul.
Until I meet the king.

K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Piercy at the point, Hot.

Up, and away; With lustier maintenance than I did look for Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. (E.ceunt. Of such an ungrown warrior. Other alarums. Enter Falstaff.

P. Hen.

O, this boy

[Exit. Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, Lends mettle to us all! I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, but upon the

Alarums. Enter Douglas. pate.-Soft! who art thou ? Sir Walter Blunt :there's honour for you: Here's no vanity !-I am Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's as hot as molten lead, and as heavy too: God keep heads : lead out of me: I need no more weight than mine I am the Douglas, fatal to all those own bowels.-I have led my raggamuffins where That wear those colours on them.-What art thou, they are peppered : there's bút three of my hundred That counterfeit'st the person of a king ? and fifty left alive; and they are for the town's end, K. Hen. The king hiniself; who, Douglas, grieves to beg during life. But who comes here?

at heart, Enter Prince Henry.

So many of his shadows thou hast met,

And not the very king. I have two boys, P. Hen. What, standst thou idle here ? lend me Seek Percy, and thyself, about the field : thy sword:

But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily, Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff,

I will assay thee; so defend thyself. Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,

Doug. I lear, thou art another counterfeit; Whose deaths are unreveng'd: Pr’ythee, lend thy And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king: sword.

But mine, I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be, Fal. O Hal, I pr’ythee, give me leave to breathe And thus'I win thee. a while. -Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms, as I have done this day. I I have paid Percy,

[They fight; the King being in danger,

enter Prince Henry. I have made him sure.

P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou P. Hen. He is, indeed; and living to kill thee.

art like Lend me thy sword, I pr’ythee.

Never to hold it up again! the spirits Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, Of Shirly, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if It is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee ; thou wilt.

Who never promiseth, but he means to pay P. Hen. Give it me: What, is it in the case ?

[They fight; Douglas flies Fal. Ay, Hal ; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will Cheerly, my lord; How fares your grace ?sack a city.

Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, [The Prince draws out a bottle of sack. And so hath Clifton; I'll to Clifton straight. P. Hen. What, is't a time to jest and dally now? K. Hen. Stay, and breathe awhile :

(Throws it at him, and exit. Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion ;' Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. It'And show'd, thou mak'st some tender of my life, he do come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in this fair rescue thou has brought to me. in his, willingly, let him make a carbonado? of me.

P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much in I like not such grinning honour as sir Walter hath:

jury, Give me life : which if I can save, so; if not, That ever said, I hearken'd for your death. honour comes unlooked for, and there's an end.

If it were so, I might have let alone

[Exit. The insulting hand of Douglas over you, SCENE IV.-Another part of the field. Alarums. Which would have been as speedy in your end,

Ercursions. Enter the King, Prince Henry, As all the poisonous potions in the world,
Prince John, and Westmoreland.

And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son. K. Hen. I pr’ythee,

K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to sir Nicholas

(Exit King Henry (1) In resemblance. (2) A piece of meat cut crosswise for the gridiron.

(3) Reputation.


my flesh :

Enter Hotspur.

|life of a man: but to counterfeit dying, when a Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. true and perfect image of life indeed. The better

man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the P. Hen. Thou speak’st as if I would deny my part of valour is discretion; in the which better

part, I have saved my life. Hot. My name is Harry Percy.

Zounds, I am afraid P. Hen.

Why, then I see How, if he should counterfeit too, and rise ? I am

of this gunpowder Percy, though he be dead : A very valiant rebel of the name.

afraid he would prove the better counterfeit. ThereI am ihe prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more:

fore I'll make him sure: yea, and I'll swear I kill

ed him. Why may not he rise, as well as I ? Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere;

Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees Nor can one England brook a double reign,

me. Therefore, sirrah, (Stabbing him.) with a new Uf Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales. Hlot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come

wound in your thigh, come you along with me.

[Takes Hotspur on his back. To end the one of us; And would to God, Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!

Re-enter Prince Henry and Prince John. P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee; P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast And all the budding honours on thy crest

thou flesh'd I'll crop, to make a garland for my head. Thy maiden sword. Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities.

P. John. But soft! whom have we here?

[They fight. Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead? Enter Falstaff.

P. Hen. I did ; 1 saw him dead, breathless and Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!Nay, you shall Upon the ground.

bleeding find no boy's play here, I can tell you.

Art thou alive? or is it phantasy Enter Douglas; he fights with Falstaff, who falls That plays upon our eye-sight? I pr’ythee, speak;

down as if he were dead, and exit Douglas. Hot-We will not trust our eyes, without our ears :-spur is wounded, and falls.

Thou art not what thou seem'st. Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth: but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack.

Fal. No, that's certain ; I am not a double man. I better brook the loss of brittle life,

There is Percy: (Throwing the body down.) if Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;

your father will do me any honour, so; if not, let They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;

earl or duke, I can assure you.

P. Hen. Why, Percy skilled myself, and saw And time, that takes survey of all the world,

thee dead. Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy,

Fal. Didst thou ?-Lord, lord, how this world is But that the earthy and cold hand of death

given to lying !-I grant you, I was down, and out Lies on my tongue :-No, Percy, thou art dust,

of breath; and so was he: but we rose both at an And food for

(Dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare the clock.' If I may be believed, so; if not, let them,

instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury well, great heart!

that should reward valour, bear the sin upon their Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk!

own heads.

I'll take it upon my death, I gave When that this body did contain a spirit,

him this wound in the thigh: if the man were A kingdom for it was too small a bound;

alive, and would deny it, I would make him eat a But now, two paces of the vilest earth

piece of my sword. Is room enough:—This earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.

P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I

heard. Ir thou wert sensible of courtesy,

P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother I should not make so dear a show of zeal:

But let my favours' hide thy mangled face ;
And, even in thy behall, I'll thank myself

Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back:

For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, For doing these fair rites of tenderness.

I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!

(A retreat is sounded. Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,

The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours. But not remember'd in thy epitaph !-[He sees Falstaff on the ground. To see what friends are living, who are dead.

Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field, What! old acquaintance ! could not all this flesh

(Ereunt Prince Henry and Prince John. Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell !

Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He I could have better spar'd a better man.

that rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow 0, I should have a heavy miss of thee, It'I were much in love with vanity.

great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack,

and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day,

[Erit, bearing off the body. Though many dearer, in this bloody fray: Embowelld will I see thee by and by;

SCENE V. Another part of the field. The Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. (Exit. trumpets sound. Enter King, Henry, Prince

Fal. [Rising slowly.) Embowell’d! If thou em- Henry, Prince John, Westmoreland, and others; bowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder? me, with Worcester, and Vernon, prisoners. and eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no III-spirited Worcester !--did we not send grace, counterfeit: To die, is to be a counterfeit; for he Pardon, and terms of love to all of you ? is but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the And would'st thou turn our offers contrary? (1) Scarf with which he covers Percy's face.

(2) Salt.

Misuse the tenor us thy kinsman's trust ?

P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, lo Three knights upon our party slain in day,

A noble earl, and many a creature else, This hunourable bounty shall belong:
Had been alive this hour,

Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne Up to his pleasure, ransomless, and free:
Betwixt our armies true intelligence.

His valour shown upon our crests to-day,
Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to; Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds,
And I embrace this fortune patiently,

Even in the bosom of our adversaries. Since not to be avoided it falls on me.

K. Hen. Then this remains,—that we divide K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, an! Ver

our power.non too:

You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, Other offenders we will pause upon.

Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest [Ereunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. speed, How goes the field ?

To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when Who, as we hear, are busily in arms: he saw

Mysell, and you, son Harry,-will towards Wales The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March. The noble Percy slain, and all his men

Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, Upon the foot of fear,-fled with the rest

Meeting the check of such another day: And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis', And since this business so fair is done, That the pursuers took him. At my tent Let us not leave till all our own be won. The Douglas is ; and I beseech your grace,

(Exeu. I may dispose of him. K.' Hen.

With all my heart.

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