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And I do haunt thee in the battle thus,
Because some tell me that thou art a king.

Blunt. They tell thee true.

Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought 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 proud Scot?; 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 upono a Scot. Doug. All's done, all's won: here breathless lies

the king. Hot. Where? Doug. Here.

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, where'er 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 masking: in his coats.
Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats :
I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
Until I meet the king.

Up, and away! Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. [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! 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 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?

! So the three early quartos; the folio: born to yield, thou haughty

? So the first and second quartos; the others, and folio : over. s marching: in f. e. 4 So old copies; mod. eds. i but.


Enter Prince HENRY. P. Hen. What! stand'st thou idle here ? lend me Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff [thy sword : Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies, Whose deaths are yet unreveng’d. I prythee, lend me

thy sword. Fal. O Hal! 1 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 carbonado2 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.

[E.cit. SCENE IV.-Another Part of the Field. Alarums. 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. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.

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'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, Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on, And rebels' arms triumph in massacres !

i Gregory VII. A piece of meat ready for broiling. Vol. IV.-21

My lord of Westmoreland.Uncle, what news ?

Wor. The king will bid you battle presently.
Doug. Defy him by the lord of Westmoreland.
Hot. Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so.
Doug. Marry, and shall, and very willingly. (Exit.
Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the king.
Hot. Did you beg any ? God forbid !

Wor. I told him gently of our grievances,
Of his oath-breaking ; which he mended thus ;
By now forswearing that he is forsworn :
He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge
With haughty arms this hateful name in us.

Re-enter DOUGLAS.
Doug. Arm, gentlemen! to arms! for I have thrown
A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth,
And Westmoreland, that was engag'd, did hear it,
Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on.
Wor. The prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the

king, And, nephew, challenged you to single fight.

Hot. O! would the quarrel lay upon our heads;
And that no man might draw short breath to-day,
But I, and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me,
How show'd his tasking?? seem'd it in contempt ?

Ver. No, by my soul : I never in my life
Did hear a challenge urg'd more modestly,
Unless a brother should a brother dare
To gentle exercise and proof of arms.
He gave you all the duties of a man,
Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue,
Spoke your deservings like a chronicle,
Making you ever better than his praise,
By still dispraising praise, valued with you ;
And, which became him like a prince indeed,
He made a blushing citala of himself;
And chid his truant youth with such a grace,
As if he master'd then a double spirit,
Of teaching, and of learning, instantly.
There did he pause : but let me tell the world,
If he outlive the envy of this day,
England did never owe so sweet a hope,
So much misconstrued in his wantonness.
Hot. Cousin, I think thou art enamoured

The folio, and all but first quarto : talking. ? Mention.

Upon his follies : never did I hear
Of any prince so wild o" liberty.
But be he as he will, yet once ere night
I will embrace him with a soldier's arın,
That he shall shrink under my courtesy:-
Arm, arm, with speed !--And, fellows, soldiers, friends,
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.

Hot. I cannot read them now.-
O gentlemen! the time of life is short;
To spend that shortness basely, were too long,
If life did ride upon a dial's point,
Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
An if we live, we live to tread on kings;
If die, brave death, when princes die with us.
Now, for our consciences, the arms are fair,
When the intent of bearing them is just.

Enter another Messenger.
Mess. My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace.

Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale,
For I profess not talking. Only this
Let each man do his best : and here draw I
A sword, whosea temper I intend to stain
With the best blood that I can meet withal
In the adventure of this perilous day.
Now,— Esperance !-Percy !-and set on!
Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
And by that music let us all embrace;
Fore heaven and earth, some of us never shall
A second time do such a courtesy.

[The Trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt.

SCENE III.—Plain near Shrewsbury. Excursions, and Parties fighting: Alorum to the Battle.

Then enter Douglas and Blunt, meeting. Blunt. What is thy name, that in battle thus Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek Upon my head ?

Doug Know, then, my name is Douglas; 1 So the three earliest quartos; the last, and folio : at. inserts : worthy. 3 For heaven to earth: in f. e.

2 The folio

P. John. We breathe too long.–Come, cousin West

moreland, Our duty this way lies : for God's sake, come.

(Exeunt Prince John and WESTMORELAND.
P. Hen. By God thou hast deceiv'd me, Lancaster,
I did not think thee lord of such a spirit :
Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John,
But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point,
With lustier maintenance than I did look for
Of such an ungrown warrior.
P. Hen.

0! this boy Lends mettle to us all.

Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS.
Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads.
I am the Douglas, fatal to all those
That wear those colours on them :-what art thou,
That counterfeit'st the person of a king ?
K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves

at heart,
So many of his shadows thou hast met,
And not the very king. I have two boys
Seek Percy, and thyself, about the field :
But, seeing thou fall’st on me so luckily,
I will assay thee; and defend thyself.

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, Who never promiseth, but he means to pay

They fight : Douglas flies.
Cheerly, my lord : how fares your grace ?
Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent,
And so hath Clifton; I'll to Clifton straight.

K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while.
Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion;
And show'd thou mak'st some tender of my life,
In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.

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