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Hot. I cannot read them nov.-
To spend that shortaess basely, were too long,
Enter mother Messenger.
Hot. I thank him, that he eats me from my tale,
Plain near Shrewsbury. Escursions, and Parties fighting. Alarum to the Battle. Then
enter Douglas and BLUNT, meeting.
Doug. Know, then, my name is Douglas;
Douy. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought
Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;
[They fignt, and BLUNT is slain.
Doug. All's done, all's won: here breathless lies the king.
Hot. This, Douglas? no; I know this face full well:
Doug. A fool go with thy soul, wbither it goes!
Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats.
Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;
Up, and away!
[Exeunt. 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! wbo 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 mine own bowels. I have led my raggamuffins where they are peppered: there's not 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! stand'st thou idle here ? lend me thy sword:
Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
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. I pr’ythee lend me thy sword.
Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, 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; 't is hot, 't is 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,
honour comes unlooked for, and there's an end.
Another Part of the Field.
Prince John, and WESTMORELAND.
P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
P. Hen. I 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'll lead you to your tent.
P. Hen. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help: And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive
The prince of Wales from such a field as this,
[Eixeunt Prince John and WESTMORELAND.
K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point,
0! this boy Lends mettle to us all.
Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS.
K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heart,
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, And thus I win thee.
[They fight: the KING being in danger, enter P. HENRY. P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like Never to hold it up again! the spirits Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: It is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee,
18 Tever primiseh, but he means to Jar.
Izzy igit: Dorelas flies.
3. Fan. Suy. and breate a viile.
P. Een O God! they did ne tuo mach injery,
(Ezit King HENRY
Why, then I see
Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come
P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee;