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And thou shalt find a king, that will revenge P. Hen. What, is't a time to jest and dally
Lord Stafford's death.

now?

[Throws it at him, and erit.
[They fight, and Blunt is slain. Fal. Well, if Perey be alive, I'll pierce him.

If he do come in my way, so: if he do not, if I
Enter HOTSPUR.

come in his, willingly, let him make a carbonado Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holme- of me. I like not such grinning honour as sir don thus,

Walter hath : Give me lite : which if I can save, I never had triumph'd upon a Scot.

so; if not, honour comes unlooked for, and Doug: All's done, all's won; here breathless there's an end.

Exit.
lies the king.
Hot. Where?

SCENE IV.-Another part of the field.
Doug. Here.
Hot. This, Douglas ? no, I know this face full Alarums. Excursions. Enter the King, Prince
well:

Henry, Prince John, and WESTMORELAND.
A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt ;
Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.

K. Hen. I pr’ythee,
Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes! Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too
A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear.

much :-
Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king? Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.
Hot. The king hath many marching in his P.John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
coats.

P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up, Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his Lest your retirement do‘amaze your friends.

K. Hen. I will do so : coats ; I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,

My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. Until I meet the king.

West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your Hot. Up, and away;

tent. Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.

P. Hen. Lead me, my lord ? I do not need
Excunt. your help:

And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive
Other alarums. Enter FALSTAFF. The prince of Wales from such a field as this;
Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at Lon. And rebels' arms triuinph in massacres !

Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on, don, I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, but

P. John. We breathe too long :-Come, cousin upon the pate.—Soft! who art thou ? Sir Wal

Westmoreland, ter Blunt ;—there's honour for you: Here's no vanity!-Í am as hot as molten lead, and as

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

[Exeunt Prince John and Westmoreland. heavy too: God keep lead out of me! I need no more weight than mine own bowels.— I have led

P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, my raggamuffins where they are peppered: there's I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:

Lancaster,
but three of my hundred and fifty left alive ; Before, I lov’d thee as a brother, John;
and they are for the town's end, to beg during But now, I do respect thee as my soul.
life. But who comes here?

K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point,
Enter Prince HENRY.

With lustier maintenance than I did look for

Of such an ungrown warrior. P. Hen. What, stand’st thou idle here ? lend P. Hen. O, this boy me thy sword :

Lends mettle to us all!

[Erit. Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff

Alarums. Enter Douglas.
Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
Whose deaths are unreveng’d: Pr’ythee, lend Doug. Another king ! they grow like Hydra's
thy sword.

heads :
Fal. O Hal, I pr’ythee, give me leave to breathe I am the Douglas, fatal to all those
a while.- Turk Gregory never did such deeds in That wear those colours on them.-What art
arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Per- thou,
cy, I have made him sure.

That counterfeit'st the person of a king ?
P. Hen He is, indeed ; and living to kill thee. K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas,
Lend me thy sword, I pr’ythee.

grieves at heart,
Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, So many of his shadows thou hast met,
thou get’st not my sword; but take my pistol, if And not the very king. I have two boys,
thou wilt.

Seek Percy and thyself, about the field :
P. Hen. Give it me: What, is it in the case ? But, seeing thou fåll'st on me so luckily,
Fal. Ay, Hal ; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that I will assay thee ; so defend thyself.
will sack a city.

Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit ;
[The Prince draws out a bottle of sack.) And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king:

But now,

But mine, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be, But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; And thus I win thee.

And time, that takes survey of all the world, [They fight; the King being in danger, Must have a stop. 0, I could prophecy, enter Prince Henry.

But that the earthy and cold hand of death P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou Lies on my tongue :-No, Percy, thou art dust, art like

And food for

Dies. Never to hold it up again ! the spirits

P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee Of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms:

well, great heart ! It is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee; Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! Who never promiseth, but he means to pay.- When that this body did contain a spirit,

[They fight; Douglas flies. A kingdom for it was too small a bound; Cheerly, my lord; How fares your grace ?

two paces of the vilest earth Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, Is room enough :- This earth, that bears the And so hath Clifton : l’ll to Clifton straight.

dead, K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while :

Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion ;

If thou wert sensible of courtesy, And show'd, thou mak'st some tender of my life, I should not make so dear a show of zeal :In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me. But let my favours hide thy mangled face ! P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much And, even in thy behalf, 1'11 thank myself injury,

For doing these fair rites of tenderness. That ever said, I hearken'd for your death. Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to hearen ! If it were so, I might have let alone

Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, The insulting hand of Douglas over you ; But not remember'd in thy epitaph! Which would have been as speedy in your end,

[He sees Falstaff on the ground As all the poisonous potions in the world, What ! old acquaintance ! could not all this flesh And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son. Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell! K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to sir Nicholas I could have better spar'd a better man. Gawsey. [Exit King Henry. O, I should have a heavy miss of thee,

If I were much in love with vanity.
Enter HOTSPUR.

Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day, Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Mon- Though many dearer, in this bloody fray: mouth.

Embowell’d will I see thee by and by; P. Hen. Thou speak’st as if I would deny my Till then, in blood by noble Percy bie. [Eril.

Fal. ÇRising slowly.) Embowell’a! if thou Hot. My name is Harry Percy.

embowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder P. Hen. Why, then I see

me, and eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas A very valiant rebel of the name.

time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I To share with me in glory any more :

lie, I am no counterfeit : To die, is to be a counTwo stars keep not their motion in one sphere ; terfeit ; for he is but the counterfeit of a man, Nor can one England brook a double reign, who hath not the life of a man : but to counterOf Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales. feit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be

Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of To end the one of us; And 'would to God, life indeed. The better part of valour is-disThy name in arms were now as great as mine! cretion ; in the which better part, I have saved

P. Hen. I'll makeitgreater, ere part from thee; my life. 'Zounds, I am afraid of this gunpowder And all the budding honours on thy crest Percy, though he be dead : How, if he should I'll crop, to make a garland for my head. counterfeit too, and rise ? I am afraid, he would Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. prove the better counterfeit. Therefore 12 make

[They fight. him sure: yea, and I'll swear I kill'd him. Why

may not he rise, as well as I ? Nothing confutes Enter FALSTAFF. me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore

, Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal !-Nay, you sirrah, [Stabbing him.' with a new wound in shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. your thigh, come you along with me.

[Takes Hotspur on his back. Enter Douglas; he fights with Falstaff, who falls down as if he were dead, and exit Douglas. Hotspur is wounded, and falls.

Re-enter Prince Henry and Prince Jorx. Hot.0, Harry, thou hast robb’dmeofmy youth, P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast I better brook the loss of brittle life,

thou flesh'a Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; Thy maiden sword. They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword P. John. But, soft! whom have we here? my flesh :

Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead?

name.

he saw

P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless, Ill-spirited Worcester ! did we not send grace, and bleeding,

Pardon, and terms of love to all of you ? Upon the ground.

And would'st thou turn our offers contrary ? Art thou alive? or is it phantasy

Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust ? That plays upon our eye-sight? I pr’ythee, speak; Three knights upon our party slain to-day, We will not trust our eyes, without our ears :- A noble earl, and many a creature else, Thou art not what thou seem'st.

Had been alive this hour, Fal. No, that's certain ; I am not a double If, like a christian, thou hadst truly borne man: but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I Betwixt our armies true intelligence. a Jack. There is Percy : [Throwing the body Wor. What I have done, mysafety urg'd me to ; down.] if your father will do me any honour, And I embrace this fortune patiently, so; if not, let him kill the next Percy himself. Since not to be avoided it falls on me. I look to be either earl or duke, I can assure you. K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and

P. Hen. Why, Percy I kill'd myself, and saw Vernon too: thee dead.

Other offenders we will pause upon.Fal. Didst thou ?-Lord! Lord! how this [Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. world is given to lying !- I grant you, I was How goes the field ? down, and out of breath ; and so was he: but P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If I may be be- The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, lieved, so; if not, let them, that should reward The noble Percy slain, and all his men valour, bear the sin upon their own heads. I'll Upon the foot of fear,-fled with the rest ; take it upon my death, I gave him this wound And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis'd, in the thigh : if the man were alive, and would That the pursuers took him. At my tent deny it, I would make him eat a piece of my The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace, sword.

I

may dispose of him. P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I K. Hen. With all my heart. heard.

P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother you John.

This honourable bounty shall belong : Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back : Go to the Douglas, and deliver him For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, Up to his pleasure, ransomeless, and free: I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. His valour, shown upon our crests to-day,

[A retreat is sounded. Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds, The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours. Even in the bosom of our adversaries. Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field, K. Hen. Then this remains that we divide To see what friends are living, who are dead.

our power.[Exeunt Prince Henry and Prince John. You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, Fal. Til follow, as they say, for reward. He Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest that rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow

speed, great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop, sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. Who, as we hear, are busily in arms: [Exit, bearing of the body. Myself,--and you, son Harry,-will towards

Wales, SCENE V.-Another part of the field. To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March.

Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, The trumpets sound. Enter King Henry, Prince Meeting the check of such another day; Henry, Prince John, WESTMORELAND, and And since this business go fair is done, Others, with WORCESTER, and VERNON, pri- Let us not leave till all our own be won.

(Eseunt. K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.

soners.

VOL. I.

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BERLAND.

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King 'Henry the Fourth.
HENRY, prince of Wales, afterwards

king Henry V.
Thomas, duke of CLARENCE,

his Prince John of LANCASTER, afterwards

(2 Henry V.) duke of BEDFORD, Prince HUMPHREY of GLOSTER, after

wards (2 Henry V.) duke of Gloster,
Earl of WarWICK,
Earl of WESTMORELAND, Y of the king's party.
GOWER, HARCOURT,
Lord Chief Justice of the King's Bench.
A gentleman attending on the chief justice.
Earl of NORTHUMBERLAND,
Scroor, archbishop of YORK, enemies to
Lord MOWBRAY, Lord HASTINGS, the king
Lord BARDOLPH,
Sir Jonn COLEVILLE,

Travers and Morton, domestics of Nortucu-
Falstaff, BARDOLPH, Pistol, and Page.
Poins and Pero, attendants or prince Henry.
Shallow and Silence, country justices.
Davy, servant to Shallow.
MOULDY, Shadow, Wart, FEEBLE, and Bull.

CALF, recruits.
Fang and SNARE, sheriff's officers.
RUMOUR. A Porter.
A Dancer, speaker of the epilogue.

Lady NORTHUMBERLAND. Lady Percy.
Hostess QUICKLY. Doll TEAR-SHEET.

Lords and other Attendants ; Officers, Suldiers,

Messenger, Drawers, Beudles, Grooms, Sc.

SCINE,-England.

INDUCTION.

Warkworth. Before NORTHUMBERLAND'S The acts commenced on this ball of earth: castle.

Upon my tongues continual slanders ride;

The whích in every language I pronounce,
Enter RUMOUR, painted full of tongues. Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
Rum. Open your ears; For which of you will I speak of peace, while covert enmity,
stop

Under the smile of safety, wounds the world:
The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks? And who but Rumour, who but only I,
I, from the orient to the drooping west, Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence;
Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold Whilst the big year, swol'n with some other grief,

Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, To noise abroad,—that Harry Monmouth fell And no such matter ; Rumour is a pipe Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword; Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures ; And that the king before the Douglas' rage And of so easy and so plain a stop,

Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death. That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, This have I rumour'd through the peasant towns The still-discordant wavering multitude, Between that royal field of Shrewsbury Can play upon it. But what need I thus And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone, My well-known body to anatomize

Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, Among my household ? Why is Rumour here? Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on, I run before king Harry's victory;

And not a man of them brings other news Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury, Than they have learn'd of me; From Rumour's Hath beatendown young Hotspur, and his troops, tongues Quenching the flame of bold rebellion

They bring smooth comforts false, worse than Even with the rebels' blood. But what mean I

true wrongs.

[Erit. To speak so true at first? my office is

ACT I.

DOLPH

A gentleman well bred, and of good name, SCENE I.-The same.

That freely render'd me these news for true.

North. Here comes my servant, Travers, whom The Porter before the gate; Enter Lord Bar

I sent

On Tuesday last to listen after news. Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho ?- Where Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way ; is the earl ?

And he is furnish'd with no certainties, Port. What shall I say you

are?

More than he haply may retail from me.
Bard. Tell thou the earl,
That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here.

Enter TRAVÉRS. Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come orchard ;

with you? Please it your honour, knock but at the gate, Tra. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turn’d me And he himself will answer.

back

With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd, Enter NORTHUMBERLAND.

Out-rode me. After him, came, spurring hard, Bard. Here comes the earl.

A gentleman almost forespent with speed, North. What news, lord Bardolph ? every That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse : minute now

He ask'd the way to Chester ; and of him Should be the father of some stratagem: I did demanı), what news from Shrewsbury. The times are wild ; contention, like a horse He told me, that rebellion had bad luck, Full of high feeding, mailly hath broke loose, And that young Harry Percy's spur was colil : And bears down all before him.

With that, he gave his able horse the head, Bard. Noble earl,

And, bending forward, struck his armed heels I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. Against the panting sides of his poor jade North. Good, an heaven will !

Up to the rowel-head; and, starting so,
Bard. As good as heart can wish :-

He seem'd in running to devour the way,
The king is almost wounded to the death ; Staying no longer question.
And, in the fortune of my lord your son,

North. Ha !-Again.
Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold?
Kill’d by the hand of Douglas: young prince John, Of Hotspur, coldspur? that rebellion
And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field; Had met ill luck!
And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk sir John, Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what ;-
Is prisoner to your son : 0, such a day, If my young lord your son have not the day,
So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won, Upon mine honour, for a silken point
Came not, till now, to dignify the times, I'll give my barony: never talk of it.
Since Cæsar's fortunes !

North. Why should the gentleman, that rode North. How is this deriv'd ?

by Travers, Saw you the field ? came you from Shrewsbury? Give then such instances of loss? Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came Bard. Who, he ? from thence;

He was some hilding fellow, that had stol'n

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