Wor. The prince of Wales stepped forth before the king, And, nephew, challenged you to single fight. Hot. O, 'would the quarrel lay upon our heads; And chid his truant youth with such a grace, There did he pause; but let me tell the world,— England did never owe so sweet a hope, Arm, arm, with speed; and, fellows, soldiers, friends, 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. O gentlemen, the time of life is short; Still ending at the arrival of an hour. 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 Now, Esperance!-Percy!-and set on. Sound all the lofty instruments of war, [The trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt. SCENE III. Plain near Shrewsbury. Excursions and Parties fighting. Alarum to the Battle. Then Enter DOUGLAS and BLUNT, meeting. Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus Doug. Know, then, my name is Douglas; 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 triumphed upon 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 furnished like the king himself. Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes ! A borrowed title hast thou bought too dear. Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king? Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats. Doug. Now, by my soul, I will kill all his coats. I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece, Untill I meet the king. Hot. Up, and away; Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. Other Alarums. Enter FALSTAFF. [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 honor 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 ragamuffins 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 sword; Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff Whose deaths are unrevenged. Pr'ythee, lend me thy sword. thee, lend me thy sword. I pr'y 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? city. Fal. Ay, Hal: 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a [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 carbonado of me. I like not such grinning honor as sir Walter hath. Give me life; which if I can save, so; if not, honor comes unlooked for, and there's an end. [Exit. SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field. Alarums; Ex cursions. Enter the KING, PRINCE HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, and WEST K. Hen. I pr'ythee, MORELAND. 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'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 stained nobility lies trodden on, And rebels' arms triumph in massacres! P. John. We breathe too long.- Come, cousin Westmoreland, Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come. [Exeunt P. JOHN and WESTMOreland. P. Hen. By Heaven, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster; I did not think thee lord of such a spirit. Before, I loved 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 Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS. [Exit. Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads; I am the Douglas, fatal to all those That wear those colors 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 ; 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 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. And showed thou mak'st some tender of my life, P. Hen. O Heaven! they did me too much injury, That ever said, I hearkened for your death. If it were so, I might have let alone The insulting hand of Douglas over you; And saved the treacherous labor of your son. K. Hen. Make up to Clifton; I'll to sir Nicholas Gawsey. Enter HOTSpur. [Exit KING HENRY. Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name. Hot. My name is Harry Percy. P. Hen. A 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 To end the one of us; and 'would to God P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee; |