And thou fhalt find a King that will revenge
Lord Stafford's death.

Fight, Blunt is flain, then enter Hot-fpur.

Hot. O Dowglas, hadft thou fought at Holmedon thus, I never had triumphed o'er a Scot.

Dowg. All's done, all's won, here breathlefs lies the King.

Hot. Where?
Dowg. Here.

Hot. This, Dowglas? no. I know his face full well; A gallant Knight he was, his name was Blunt, Semblably furnish'd like the King himself.

Dowg. Ah! fool go with thy foul, whither it goes! A borrow'd title haft thou bought too dear. Why didft thou tell me that thou wert a King? Hot. The King hath many marching in his coats. Dowg. Now by my fword, I will kill all his coats; I'll murther all his wardrobe piece by piece, Until I meet the King.

Hot. Up and away,

Our foldier ftand full fairly for the day.

SCENE VII.

Alarm, enter Falstaff folus.

[Exeunt.

Fal. Though I could 'fcape' fhot free at London, I fear the fhot here, here's no fcoring, 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 moulten lead,

Shot free at London.] A play upon hot, as it means the part of a reckoning, and a miffive weapon difcharged from artillery.

here's no vanity!] In our author's time the negative, in

common fpeech, was used to defign, ironically, the excess of a thing. Thus Ben Johnson in Every Man in his Humour, fays, OHERE'S NO FOPPERY! 'Death, I can endure, the frecks better.

Mean

lead, and as heavy too; heav'n keep lead out of me, I need no more weight than mine own bowels!-I have led my rag-o-muffians where they are pepper'd, 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. Henry. What, ftand'st thou idle here? lend me thy fword;

Many a noble man lies ftark and ftiff

Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies;

Whofe deaths are unreveng'd. Lend me thy fword. Fal. O Hal, I pr'ythee, give me leave to breathe a while. Turk Gregory never did fuch deeds in arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him fure.

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P. Henry. He is, indeed, and living to kill thee: I pr'ythee, lend me thy fword.

Meaning, as the paffage fhews, that the foppery was exceffive. And fo in many other places. But the Oxford Editor, not apprehending this, has alter d it to, there's vanity! WARBURTON.

I am in doubt whether this interpretation, though ingenious and well fupported, is true. The words may mean, here is real honour, no vanity, or по empty appearance.

Turk Gregory never did fuch deeds in arms,] Meaning Gregory the feventh, called Hildebrand. This furious frier furmounted almoft invincible obftacles to deprive the emperor of his right of inveftiture of bishops, which his predeceffors had long attempted in vain. Fox, in his

history, had made this Gregory fo odious, that I don't doubt but the good proteiants of that time were well pleafed to hear him thus characterifed, as uniting the attributes of their two great enemies, the Turk and Pope, in one. WARBURTON.

I have paid Percy, I have made him fure.

P. Henry. He is, indeed, and, &c.] The Prince's Anfwer, which is apparently connected with Falfiaff's last words, does not cohere fo well as if the knight had faid,

I have made him fure; Percy's fafe enough. Perhaps a word or two like thefe may be loft.

Fal.

Fal. Nay, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st not my fword, but take my piftol, if thou wilt.

P. Henry. Give it me. What, is it in the cafe? Fal. Ay, Hal, 'tis hot. There's that will fack a city. [The Prince draws it out, and finds it a bottle of fack. P. Henry. What, is it a time to jeft and dally now?

[Throws it at him, and Exit.

Fal. If Percy be alive, come in my way, fo; if willingly, let him make a

I'll pierce him. If he do he do not, if I come in his, carbonado of me. I like

not fuch grinning honour as Sir Walter hath; give me life, which if I can fave, fo; if not, honour comes unlook'd for, and there's an end.

SCENE VIII.

[Exit.

Alarm, Excurfions. Enter the King, the Prince, Lord John of Lancaster, and the Earl of Westmoreland.

K. Henry. I pr'ythee, Harry, withdraw thyfelf, thou bleedeft too much. Lord John of Lancaster, go go you with him.

Lan. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.

P. Henry. I do befeech your Majefty make up,
Left your retirement do amaze your friends.
K. Henry. I will do fo.

My lord of Westmorland, lead him to his Tent.
Weft. Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your Tent.

If Percy be alive, I'LL pierce him ;] Certainly, HE'LL pierce him, i. e. Prince Henry will, who is just gone out to feek him. Befides, I'll pierce him, contradicts the whole turn and humour of the speech. WARBURTON.

I rather take the conceit to be

this. To pierce a vefjel is to tap it. Falstaff takes up his bottle

which the Prince had toffed at his head, and being about to animate himfelf with a draught, cries, if Percy be alive I'll pierce him, and fo draws the cork. I do not propose this with much confidence.

A carbonado is a piece of meat cut crofwife for the gridiron.

P. Henry.

P. Henry. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your

help;

And heav'n forbid, a fhallow fcratch fhould drive
The Prince of Wales from fuch a field as this,
Where ftain'd Nobility lies trodden on,

And Rebels arms triumph in maffacres!

Lan. We breathe too long; come, coufin Westmorland,

Our duty this way lies; for heav'ns fake, come.
P. Henry. By heav'n, thou haft deceiv'd me, Lan-
cafter,

I did not think thee lord of fuch a spirit;
Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John;
But now, I do refpect thee as my foul.

K. Henry. I faw him hold Lord Percy at the point, With luftier maintenance than I did look for

Of fuch an ungrown warrior.

P. Henry. Oh, this boy

Lends mettle to us all.

Manet King Henry. Enter Dowglas.

[Exeunt.

Dowg. Another King? they grow, like Hydra's heads. I am the Douglas, fatal to all thofe

That wear thofe colours on them. What art thou, That conterfeit'ft the perfon of a King?

K. Henry. The King himself, who, Douglas, grieves

at heart,

So many of his fhadows thou haft met,

And not the very King. I have two boys
Seek Percy and thyfelf about the field;
But feeing thou fall'ft on me fo luckily,
I will affay thee; fo defend thyfelf.

Dowg. I fear, thou art another counterfeit,
And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king;
But mine, I'm fure, thou art, whoc'er thou be,
And thus I win thee.

[They fight, the King being in danger.

Enter

Enter Prince Henry.

P. Henry. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art
like

Never to hold it up again; the Spirits
Of Sherley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms.
It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee,
Who never promifeth, but means to pay.

[They fight, Dowglas flyeth.

Chearly, my lord; how fares your Grace?
Sir Nicholas Garefey hath for fuccour fent,
And fo hath Clifton; I'll to Clifton ftrait.

K. Henry. Stay, and breathe awhile;
Thou haft redeem'd my loft opinion,
And fhew'd, thou mak'ft fome tender of my
In this fair rescue thou haft brought to me.

life,

P. Henry. O heav'n, they did me too much injury, That ever faid, I hearken'd for your death. If it were fo, I might have let alone Th' infulting hand of Dowglas over you; Which would have been as fpeedy in your end, As all the pois'nous potions in the world, And fav'd the treach'rous labour of your fon. K. Henry. Make up to Clifton, I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawfey.

[Exit.

SCENE IX.

Enter Hotfpur.

Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
P. Henry. Thou fpeak'ft as if I would deny my

name.

Hot. My name is Harry Percy.

P. Henry. Then I fee.

A very valiant Rebel of that name.

I am the Prince of Wales: and think not, Percy,

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