-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 my own bowels.-I have led my raggamuffins where they are peppered : 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 Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff [sword: Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies, Whose deaths are unreveng'd: Pr'ythee, lend me thy sword. C 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. Lend thy sword, 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. 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 carbonadod 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. C [Exit. - Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms,] Meaning Gregory the Seventh, called Hildebrand. This furious friar surmounted almost invincible obstacles to deprive the emperor of his right of investiture of bishops, which his predecessors had long attempted in vain.-WARBURTON. d a carbonado-] i. e. A piece of meat cut cross-wise for the gridiron. -JOHNSON. Alarums. SCENE IV. Another part of the Field. Excursions. Enter the King, Prince HENRY, Prince JOHN, and WESTMORELAND. K. Hen. I pr'ythee, Harry withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much :- P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your tent. The prince of Wales from such a field as this; And rebel's arms triumph in massacres ! P. John. We breathe too long :-Come, cousin Westmoreland, Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come. [Exeunt Prince JOHN and WESTMORELAND. P. Hen. By heaven, 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. Lends mettle to us all. O, this boy, [Exit. Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS. Doug. Another king! they grow like hydras' heads : I am the Douglas, fatal to all those e thou bleed'st too much:-] History says the prince was wounded in the face with an arrow.-STEEVENS. That wear those colours on them.-What art thou, K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heart, So many of his shadows thou hast met, Doug. I fear thou art another counterfeit ; [They fight; the King being in danger, enter Prince HENRY. P. Hen. Hold up they head, vile Scot, or thou art like Never to hold it up again! the spirits Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: [They fight; DOUGLAS flies. Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion ;f And show'd, thou mak'st some tender of my life, P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much injury, K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to sir Nicholas Gaw sey. [Exit King HENRY. f opinion;] i. e. Reputation. A Enter HOTSPUR. Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. P. Hen. very valiant rebel of the name. Why, then I see I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere: Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee; I'll crop to make a garland for my head. Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. [They fight. Enter FALSTAFF. Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. Enter DOUGLAS; he fights with FALSTAFF, who falls down as if he were dead, and exit DOUGLAS. HOTSPUR is wounded, and falls. Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robbed me of my youth: I better brook the loss of brittle life, Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my flesh: But thought's the slave of life, and life, time's fool; g O, Hurry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth:] Shakspeare has chosen to make Hotspur fall by the hand of the prince of Wales; but there is, I believe, no authority for the fact. Holinshed says, "The king slew that day with his own hand six and thirty persons of his enemies. The other [i. e. troops] of his party, encouraged by his doings, fought valiantly, and slew the lord Percy, called Henry Hotspur.' Speed says, Percy was killed by an unknown hand. -MALONE. Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy, [Dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee well, great I'll-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! [heart!When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; Is room enough:-This earth, that bears thee dead If thou wert sensible of courtesy, I should not make so dear a show of zeal :- Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven! [He sees FALSTAFF on the ground. What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell! I could have better spar'd a better man. : [Exit. Fal. [rising slowly.] Embowelled! if thou embowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder' me, and eat me too, b these proud titles thou hast won of me; &c.] Hotspur in his last moments endeavours to console himself. The glory of the prince wounds his thoughts; but thought, being dependent on life, must cease with it, and will soon be at an end. Life, on which thought depends, is itself of no great value, being the fool and sport of time; of time, which, with all its dominion over sublunary things, must itself at last be stopped.-JOHNSON. But let my favours hide thy mangled face;] He covers his face with a scarf, to hide the ghastiless of death.-JOHNSON. k so fat a deer-] There is in these lines a very natural mixture of the serious and ludicrous, produced by the view of Percy and Falstaff. I wish all play on words had been forborne.-JOHNSON. powder-] i. e. Salt. |