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. Enter Hotspur. P. John. Not I, iny 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, I never had triumph'd upon a Scot. Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king. Hot. Where? Hot. This, Douglas? no, I know this face full A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt; Doug. Å fool go with thy soul, whither it goes! Hot. Up, and away; Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. [Exeunt. West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your tent. 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. I did not think thee lord of such a spirit: K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Piercy at the point, P. Hen. Lends mettle to us all! O, this boy [Erit. Alarums. Enter Douglas. Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads: Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, but проп 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, K. Hen. The king hiniself; who, Douglas, grieves to beg during life. But who comes here? Enter Prince Henry. at heart, 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: 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. But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily, Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit; [They fight; the King being in danger, Never to hold it up again! the spirits Cheerly, my lord; How fares your grace?[They fight; Douglas flies 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 carbonado2 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. SCENE IV. Another part of the field. Alarums. Which would have been as speedy in your end, K. Hen. I pr'ythee, (1) In resemblance. (2) A piece of ineat cut crosswise for the gridiron." And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son. Gawsey. (3) Reputation. Why, then I see A very valiant rebel of the name. Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come Enter Falstaff. [They fight. Fal. Well said, Ha!! to it, Hal!-Nay, you a 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 robb'd me of my youth: But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; [Dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee well, great heart! Il-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! Is room enough:-This earth, that bears thee dead, I should not make so dear a show of zeal :- [He sees Falstaff on the ground. [Exit. life of a man: but to counterfeit dying, when a true and perfect image of life indeed. The better man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the part of valour is-discretion; in the which better part, I have saved my life. Zounds, I am afraid of this gunpowder Percy, though he be dead: How, if he should counterfeit too, and rise? I am afraid he would prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll make him sure: yea, and I'll swear I killed him. Why may not he rise, as well as I? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore, sirrah, [Stabbing him.] with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me. [Takes Hotspur on his back. Re-enter Prince Henry and Prince John. P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast thou flesh'd Thy maiden sword. P. John. But soft! whom have we here? Art thou alive? or is it phantasy Thou art not what thou scem'st. Fal. No, that's certain; I am not a double man. but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. 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 clock. If I may be believed, so; if not, let them, instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury 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 Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: [A retreat is sounded [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. [Exit, bearing off the body. The SCENE V-Another part of the field. trumpets sound. Enter King Henry, Prince Henry, Prince John, Westmoreland, and others; with Worcester, and Vernon, prisoners. 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 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. (2) Salt. SF Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust? Three knights upon our party slain to day, A noble earl, and many a creature else, Had been alive this hour, If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne Betwixt our armies true intelligence. P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you This honourable bounty shall belong: Go to the Douglas, and deliver him Up to his pleasure, ransomless, and free: Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to; Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds, And I embrace this fortune patiently, 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 he saw Even in the bosom of our adversaries. K. Hen. Then this remains,-that we divide our power. You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest speed, To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop Myself,-and you, son Harry,-will towards Wales [Exeun. |