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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.
[They fight, and Blunt is slain.
P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
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 not need your Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless help: lies the king. Hot. Where? Doug. Here.
Hot. This, Douglas? no, I know this face full
A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;
Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!
Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats.
And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive
P. John. We breathe too long:-Come, cousin
Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come.
Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff,
Up, and away;,
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. [Exeunt.
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 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, to beg during life. But who comes here?
K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heart,
Enter Prince Henry.
So many of his shadows thou hast met,
P. Hen. What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me Seek Percy, and thyself, about the field:
But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily,
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 me thy sword, I pr'ythee.
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.
did not think thee lord of such a spirit:
K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Piercy at the point,
O, this boy
(1) In resemblance.
(2) A piece of meat cut crosswise for the gridiron.
Lends mettle to us all!
Alarums. Enter Douglas.
Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's
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 Prince Henry.
P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou
Never to hold it up again! the spirits
[The Prince draws out a bottle of sack.
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: 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, Excursions. Enter the King, Prince Henry, As all the poisonous potions in the world, Prince John, and Westmoreland. And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son. K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to sir Nicholas Gawsey. [Exit King Henry.
K. Hen. I pr'ythee,
Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
Hot. My name is Harry Percy.
Why, then I see
A very valiant rebel of the name.
Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come
Thy maiden sword.
That plays upon our eye-sight? I pr'ythee, speak;
Thou art not what thou seem'st.
Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you shall
Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth:
life of a man: but to counterfeit dying, when a
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;
P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee
Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. Fal. No, that's certain; I am not a double man. There is Percy: [Throwing the body down.] if your father will do me any honour, so; if not, let him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either earl or duke, I can assure you.
P. Hen. Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw thee dead.
Fal. Didst thou?-Lord, lord, how this world is given to lying!-I grant you, I was down, and out of breath; and so was he: but we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If I may be believed, so; if not, let them, that should reward valour, bear the sin upon their own heads. I'll take it upon my death, I gave him this wound in the thigh: if the man were alive, and would deny it, I would make him eat a piece of my sword.
P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard. P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother John. Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. [A retreat is sounded The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours. Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field, To see what friends are living, who are dead. [Exeunt Prince Henry and Prince John. Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. [Exil, bearing off the body.
I should not make so dear a show of zeal :-
Fal. [Rising slowly.] Embowell'd! If thou embowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder2 me, and eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid 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?
K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.
(1) Scarf with which he covers Percy's face.
SCENE V.-Another part of the field. trumpets sound. Enter King Henry, Prince Henry, Prince John, Westmoreland, and others; with Worcester, and Vernon, prisoners.
Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?
P. Hen. Then, brother John of
If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne
This honourable bounty shall belong
Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to; Hath taught us how to cherish such
K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon too:
Other offenders we will pause upon.
[Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. How goes the field? P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when
The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him,
With all my heart.