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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 Stafford'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 triumph'd upon a Scot.
P. Hen. Lead me, my lord ? I do nol 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, Hol. 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 Bluni;
Westmoreland, Semblably furnish'd like the king himsell.
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 deceiv'd me, Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king ?
Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats; Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John;
K. Hen. I saw him hold jord Piercy at the point, Hot.
Up, and away; With lustier maintenance than I did look for
0, this boy Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, Lends mettle to us all !
[Erit. I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, but upon the
Alarums. Enter Douglas. pate.--Sort! 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 but 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 himself; who, Douglas, grieves to beg during lise. 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, stand'st 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 hools of vaunting enemies,
Doug. I sear, thou art another counterfeit; Whose deaths are unrevengd: 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
[They fight; the King being in danger, arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Percy,
enler 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. Niy, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, or 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 fies. 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. If 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,
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.
slife 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 Hot. My name is Harry Percy,
part, I have saved my life. Zounds, I am afraid P. Hen.
Why, then I see How, if he should counterfeit too, and rise ? I am A very valiant rebel of the name.
afraid he would prove the better counterfeil. ThereI am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,
fore I'll make him sure: yea, and I'll swear I killTo share with me in glory any more:
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 Of Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales.
wound in your thigh, come you along with me. Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come
[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 Mesh'd I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.
Thy maiden sword. Hol. I can no longer brook thy vanities.
P. John. But soft! whom have we here?
(They fight. Did you not tell this fat man was dead ? Enter Falstaff.
P. Hen. I did; 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; doron as if he were dead, and exit Douglas. Mot-We will not trust our eyes, without our ears :
Thou art not what thou seem'st. spur is wounded, and falls. 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 my flesh:
earl or duke, I can assure you. But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; 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 l-Lord, lord, how this world is But that the earthy and cold hand of death
given to lying !-1 grant you, 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. instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee clock.' if I may be believed, so ; if not, let them, well, great heart!
that should reward valour, bear the sin i'pon 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,
P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
heard. If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother I should not make so dear a show of zeal:
Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,
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
(Exeunt 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,
[Eril, bearing off the body. Though many dearer, in this bloody fray: Embowell'd will I see thee by and by;
SCENE V.-Another part of the field. The Till then, in blood by noble Percy lié. (Erit.
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 powdero 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 rebuke. me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no Ill-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.
Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?
P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancasta, to Three knights upon our party slain to day,
Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
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 sach high deeds, And I embrace this fortune paliently,
Even in the bosom of our adversaries. Since not to be avoided it falls on me.
K. Hen. Then this remains,-that we dinge K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and 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 deares [Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. speed, How goes the field ?
To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroon P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when Who, as we hear, are busily in arms: he saw
Myself,--and you, son Harry,-willtowards 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'd, And since this business so fair is done, Thai 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,
(Esant I may dispose of him. K. Hen,
With all my heart.