Unless a brother should a brother dare And chid his truant youth with such a grace, England did never owe so sweet a hope, Better consider what you have to do, Than I; that have not well the gift of tongue, Can lift your blood up with persuasion. Enter a Messenger. Mess. My Lord, here are letters for you. O Gentlemen, the time of life is short; Still ending at the arrival of an hour. An if we live, we live to tread on Kings; Mess, My Lord, prepare; the King comes on a pace, Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale, For I profess not talking; Only this, - Excursions, and Parties fighting. Alarum to the battle. Then enter DOUGLAS and BLUNT, Blunt. What is thy name that in the battle thus Thou crossest me, what honour dost thou seek Upon my head ? fo Doug. Know then, my name is Douglas į And I do haunt thee in the battle thus, Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath Thy likeness for, instead of thee, King Harry, This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee, Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner. Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proudScot; And thou shalt find a King that will revenge Lord Stafford's death. [They fight, and BLUNT is slain. Enter HOTSpur. Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus, I never had triumph'd upon a Scot. Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless' lies the King. Hot. Where? 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 marching in his coats. Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats; I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece, Hot. 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 mine own bowels. I have led my raggamuffins where they are pepper'd: 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 stand'st 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. 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; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a city. [The Prince draws out a bottle of sack. I 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 come in his, willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like wot such grinning honour as sir Walther hath.Give ine life: which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes unlook'd for, and there's an end. [Exit. SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field. Alarum. 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. 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 help: And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive The Prince of Wales from such a field as this; Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on, Aud rebels' arms triumph in massacres! |