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And there's my lord of Worcester; and a head Nothing so strong and fortunate as I.
Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen.

It was myself, my brother, and his son,
Arch. And so there is : but yet the king hath drawn That brought you home, and boldly did outdare
The special head of all the land together :-

The dangers of the time: you swore to us, The prince of Wales, lord John of Lancaster, And you did swear that oath at Doncaster, The noble Westmoreland, and warlike Blunt; That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state; And many more corrivals, and dear men

Nor claim no farther than your new-fall’n right, Of estimation and command in arms.

The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster: Sir M. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well To this we swore our aid. But, in short space, oppos’d.

It rain'd down fortune showering on your head; Arch. I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear; And such a flood of greatness fell on you, And, to prevent the worst, Sir Michael, speed : What with our help, what with the absent king, For, if lord Percy thrive not, ere the king

What with the injuries of a wanton time, Dismiss his power, he means to visit us,

The seeming sufferances that you had borne,
For he hath heard of our confederacy,-

And the contrarious winds that held the king
And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him : So long in his unlucky Irish wars,
Therefore, make haste. I must go write again

That all in England did repute him dead, -
To other friends; and so farewell, Sir Michael. And, from this swarm of fair advantages,

(Exeunt. You took occasion to be quickly woo'd

To gripe the general sway into your hand;
Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster;
And, being fed by us, you us'd us so

As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,

Useth the sparrow,—did oppress our nest,

Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk, SCENE I. - The King's Camp near SHREWSBURY.

That even our love durst not come near your sight, Enter KING HENRY, Prince HENRY, PRINCE JOHN OF LAN For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing CASTER, SIR WALTER BLUNT, and Sir John FALSTAFF.

We were enforc'd, for safety' sake, to fly K. Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer Out of your sight, and raise this present head: Above yond' bosky hill! the day looks pale

Whereby we stand opposed by such means
At his distemperature.

As you yourself have forg'd against yourself,
P. Hen.
The southern wind

By unkind usage, dangerous countenance,
Doth play the trumpet to his purposes;

And violation of all faith and troth And by his hollow whistling in the leaves,

Sworn to us in your younger enterprise. Foretells a tempest, and a blustering day.

K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have articuK. Hen. Then, with the losers let it sympathise,

lated, For nothing can seem foul to those that win. --- Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches,

[Trumpet sounds.

To face the garment of rebellion

With some fine colour, that may please the eye
Enter WORCESTER and Vernon.

Of fickle changelings, and poor discontents,
How now, my lord of Worcester! 'tis not well, Which gape, and rub the elbow, at the news
That you and I should meet upon such terms Of hurlyburly innovation :
As now we meet. You have deceiv'd our trust, And never yet did insurrection want
And made us doff our easy robes of peace,

Such water-colours to impaint his cause;
To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel:

Nor moody beggars, starving for a time This is not well, my lord, this is not well.

Of pellmell havock and confusion. What say you to it? will you again unknit

P. Hen. In both our armies, there is many a soul This churlish knot of all-abhorred war?

Shall pay full dearly for this encounter, And move in that obedient orb again,

If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew, Where you did give a fair and natural light;

The prince of Wales doth join with all the world And be no more an exhald meteor,

In praise of Henry Percy: by my hopes, A prodigy of fear, and a portent

This present enterprise set off his head, Of broached mischief to the unborn times?

I do not think a braver gentleman, Wor. Hear me, my liege.

More active-valiant, or more valiant-young, For mine own part, I could be well content

More daring, or more bold, is now alive To entertain the lag-end of my life

To grace this latter age with noble deeds. With quiet hours; for, I do protest

For my part, I may speak it to my shame,
I have not sought the day of this dislike. [then? I have a truant been to chivalry;

K. Hen. You have not sought it! how comes it And so, I hear, he doth account me too:
Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. Yet this before my father's majesty,–
P. Hen. Peace, chewet, peace!

I am content, that he shall take the odds
Wor. It pleas'd your majesty to turn your looks Of his great name and estimation,
Of favour from myself and all our house;

And will, to save the blood on either side,
And yet I must remember you, my lord,

Try fortune with him in a single fight. We were the first and dearest of your friends.

K. Hen. And, prince of Wales, so dare we yenFor you my staff of office did I break

ture thee; In Richard's time; and posted day and night Albeit considerations infinite To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand, Do make against it.—No, good Worcester, no, When yet you were in place, and in account, We love our people well; even those we love

That are misled upon your cousin's part;

And, his corruption being ta'en from us, And, will they take the offer of our grace,

We, as the spring of all, shall pay for all. Both he, and they, and you, yea, every man

Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know, Shall be my friend again, and I'll be his :

In any case, the offer of the king. So tell your cousin, and bring me word

Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say 'tis so.
What he will do: but if he will not yield,

Here comes your cousin.
Rebuke and dread correction wait on us,
And they shall do their office. So, be gone;

Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLAS; Officers and Soldiers, bchind. We will not now be troubled with reply:

Hot. My uncle is return'd:-Deliver up We offer fair; take it advisedly.

My lord of Westmoreland.— Uncle, what news? [Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON. Wor. The king will bid you battle presently. 7. Hen. It will not be accepted, on my life: Doug. Dely him by the lord of Westmoreland. The Douglas and the Hotspur both together

Hot. Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so. Are confident against the world in arms.

Doug. Marry, and shall, and very willingly. (Exit. K. Hen. Hence, therefore, every leader to his Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the king. charge;

Hot. Did you beg any? God forbid ! For, on their answer, will we set on them:

Wor. I told him gently of our grievances, And God befriend us, as our cause is just!

Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus, --[Exeunt KING, BLUNT, and PRINCE JOHN. By now forswearing that he is forsworn: Fal. Hal, if thou see me down in the battle, and He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge bestride me, so; ’tis a point of friendship.

With haughty arms this hateful name in us. P. Hen. Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship. Say thy prayers, and farewell.

Re-enter DOUGLAS, Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. Doug. Arm, gentlemen! to arms! for I have P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death. (Exit.

thrown Fal. 'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth, him before his day. What need I be so forward And Westmoreland, that was engag'd, did bear it; with him that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no mat Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on. ter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour Wor. The prince of Wales stepp'd forth before prick me off when I come on? how then? Can

the king, honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take And, nephew, challeng'd you to single fight. away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no Hot. 0, would the quarrel lay upon our heads; skill in surgery, then? no.

What is honour? a And that no man might draw short breath to-day, word. What is that word, honour? air. A trim But I, and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me, reckoning!-Who hath it? he that died o' Wed How show'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt? nesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? Ver. No, by my soul; I never in my life

Is it insensible, then? yea, to the dead. But Did hear a challenge urg'd more modestly, will it not live with the living? no. Why? detrac Unless a brother should a brother dare tion will not suffer it :--therefore, I'll none of it: To gentle exercise and proof of arms. honour is a mere scutcheon: and so ends my He gave you all the duties of a man; catechism.

[Exit. Tri

Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue;
Spoke your deservings like a chronicle;

Making you ever better than his praise,
Scene II.-The Rebel Camp.

By still dispraising praise, valu'd with you:

And, which became him like a prince indeed,

He made a blushing cital of himself;
Wor. O, no! my nephew must not know, Sir And chid his truant youth with such a grace,

As if he master'd there a double spirit,
The liberal kind offer of the king.

Of teaching, and of learning, instantly. Ver. 'Twere best he did.

There did he pause: but let me tell the world, Wor,

Then are we all undone. If he outlive the envy of this day, It is not possible, it cannot be,

England did never owe so sweet a hope, The king should keep his word in loving us;

So much misconstru'd in his wantonness. He will suspect us still, and find a time

Hot. Cousin, I think thou art enamoured To punish this offence in other faults:

On his follies: never did I hear Suspicion all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes; Of any prince so wild o' liberty, For treason is but trusted like the fox,

But be he as he will, yet once ere night Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd, and lock'd up, I will embrace him with a soldier's arm, Will have a wild trick of his ancestors,

That he shali shrink under my courtesy:Look how we can, or sad, or merrily,

Arm,, arm, with speed !--- And, fellows, soldiers, Interpretation will misquote our looks;

friends, And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,

Better consider what you have to do,
The better cherish’d, still the nearer death.

Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
My nephew's trespass may be well forgot, — Can list your blood up with persuasion.
It hath the excuse of youth, and heat of blood;
And an adopted name of privilege,–

Enter a Messenger.
A hare-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen: Mess. My lord, here are letters for you.
All his offences live upon my head,

Hot. I cannot read them now. -
And on his father's: we did train him on;

O gentlemen, the time of life is short!


To spend that shortness basely, were too long, —there's Honour for you! here's no vanity!-I If life did ride upon a dial's point,

am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy too : God Still ending at the arrival of an hour.

keep lead out of me! I need no more weight than An if we live, we live to tread on kings;

mine own bowels.-I have led my ragamuffins If die, brave death, when princes die with us! where they are peppered: there's not three of my Now, for our consciences, -the arms are fair, hundred and fifty left alive; and they are for the When the intent of bearing them is just.

town's end, to beg during life. -But who comes Enter another Messenger.


Mess. My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace.
Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale,

P. Hen, What! stand'st thou idle here? lend me For I profess not talking; only this,

thy sword: Let each man do his best: and here draw I

Many a noblernan lies stark and stiff A sword, whose temper I intend to stain

Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies, With the best blood that I can meet withal

Whose deaths are unreveng'd. Pr’ythee, lend me In the adventure of this perilous day.

thy sword. Now,-Esperance !—Percy!—and set on.

Fal. O Hal! I pr’ythee, give me leave to breathe Sound all the lofty instruments of war,

a while. --Turk Gregory never did such deeds in And by that music let us all embrace;

arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall

I have made him sure. A second time do such a courtesy.

P. Hen. He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. [The trumpets sound. They embrace, | I pr’ythee, lend me thy sword. and exeunt.

Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou gett'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if

thou wilt. SCENE III.-Plain near SHREWSBURY.

P. Hen. Give it me: what, is it in the case? Excursions, and Parties fighting. Alarum to the Battle. Fal. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will

Then enter DOUGLAS and BLUNT, (who is accoutred like sack a city. the KING,) meeting.

[The PRINCE draws out a bottle of sack. Bluni. What is thy name, that in the battle thus P. Hen. What! is’t a time to jest and dally now? Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek

[Throws it at him, and exit. Upon my head?

Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If Doug: Know, then, my name is Douglas; | he do come in my way, so; if he do not, if I come in And I do haunt thee in the battle thus,

his, willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I Because some tell me that thou art a king.

like not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath: Blunt. They tell thee true.

give me life: which if I can save, so; if not, honour Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath comes unlooked for, and there's an end. [Exit.

Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, king Harry,

SCENE IV. - Another Part of the Field.
This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee,
Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.

Alarums. Excursions. Enter King HENRY, PRINCE HENRY, Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;

PRINCE John, and WESTMORELAND. And thou shalt find a king that will revenge

K. Hen. I prythee, Lord Stafford's death.

Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much.[They fight, and BLUNT is slain. Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him. Enter HOTSPUR.

F. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.

P. Hen. I beseech your majesty, make up,
Hot. O Douglas! hadst thou fought at Holmedon
I never had triumph'd upon a Scot.


Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.

K. Hen. I will do so.—My lord of Westmoreland, Doug. All's done, all's won: here breathless lies

Lead him to his tent. the king.

West. Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent. Hot. Where?

P. Hen. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your Doug. Here.

help: Hot. This, Douglas? no; I know this face full

And God forbid, a shallow scratch should drive well : A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;

The prince of Wales from such a field as this,

Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on,
Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.

And rebels' arms triumph in massacres!
Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!
A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear:

P. John. We breathe too long :-come, cousin

Westmoreland, Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?

Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come. Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats.

(Exeunt PRINCE JOHN and WestDoug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;

MORELAND. I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,

P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiy'd me, Until I meet the king.


caster; Hot.

Up, and away! Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.

I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:

Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John;
Alarums. Enter FALSTAFF.

But now, I do respect thee as my soul.
Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point,
I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, but upon With lustier maintenance than I did look for
the pate. --Sost! who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt! Of such an ungrown warrior.

great heart!

P. Hen.

O, this boy
Re-enter DOUGLAS; he fights with FalSTAFF, who falls

HOTSPUR Lends mettle to us all!


down as if he were dead, and exit DOUGLAS.

is wounded, and falls. Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS.

Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth ! Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's I better brook the loss of brittle life, heads:

Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; I am the Douglas, fatal to all those

They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my That wear those colours on them :-what art thou,

flesh: That counterfeit'st the person of a king?

But thought 's the slave of life, and life, time's fool; K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves And time, that takes survey of all the world, at heart,

Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy, So many of his shadows thou hast met,

But that the earthy and cold hand of death And not the very king. I have two boys

Lies on my tongue:no, Percy, thou art dust, Seek Percy, and thyself, about the field:

And food for

[Dies. But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily,

F. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: fare thee well, I will assay thee: so, defend thyself. Doug. I fear thou art another counterfeit;

Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king : When that this body did contain a spirit, But mine I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; And thus I win thee.

But now, two paces of the vilest earth [They fight. The KING being in danger, Is room enough :this earth, that bears thee dead, re-enter P. HENRY.

Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art If thou wert sensible of courtesy, like

I should not make so dear a show of zeal :Never to hold it up again! the spirits

But let my favours hide thy mangled face; Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms:

[Covers HOTSPUR with his scarf. It is the prince of Wales that threatens thee; And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself Who never promiseth, but he means to pay. For doing these fair rites of tenderness.

[They fight. Douglas flies. Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven! Cheerly, my lord: how fares your grace?

Thy ignomy sleep with thee in the grave, Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent,

But not remember'd in thy epitaph!And so hath Clifton : I'll to Clifton straight.

[He sees FALSTAFF on the ground. K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while:

What, old acquaintance! could not all this flesh Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion;

Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell! And show'd thou mak'st some tender of my life, I could have better spar'd a better man: In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.

O, I should have a heavy miss of thee,
P. Hen. O God, they did me too much injury, If I were much in love with vanity!
That ever said I hearken'd for


Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day,
If it were so, I might have let alone

Though many dearer, in this bloody fray. The insulting hand of Douglas over you ;

Embowell'd will I see thee by and by; Which would have been as speedy in your end, Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. [Exit. As all the poisonous potions in the world,

Fal. [Rising:) Embowelled ! if thou embowel me And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son. to-day, I'll give you leave to powder me, and eat K. Hen. Make up to Clifton: I'll to Sir Nicholas me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood! 'twas time to counGawsey.

[Exit. | terseit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot

and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no counterEnter HOTSPUR.

feit: to die, is to be a counterfeit; for he is but the Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.

counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life of a P. Hen. Thou speak’st as if I would deny my man: but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby

liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perHot. My name is Harry Percy.

sect image of life indeed. The better part of valour P. Hen.

Why, then I see

is discretion; in the which better part, I have saved A very valiant rebel of that name.

my life. 'Zounds! I am afraid of this gunpowder I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more:

Percy, though he be dead: how, if he should coun

terfeit too, and rise? by my faith, I am afraid he Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere;

would prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll Nor can one England brook a double reign,

make him sure; yea, and I'll swear I killed him. Of Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales. Hot. Nor shall it, Harry; for the hour is come

Why may not he rise, as well as I? Nothing con

futes me but eyes, and nobody sees me: therefore, To end the one of us; and would to God, Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!

sirrah, [stabbing him.) with a new wound in your

thigh, come you along with me. P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee;

[ic takes HOTSPUR on his back, And all the budding honours on thy crest I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.

Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and PRINCE John. Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities.

P. Hen. Come, brother John; full bravely hast [They fight.

thou flesh'd Enter FALSTAFF.

Thy maiden sword. Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you shall P. John. But, soft! whom have we here! find no boy's play here, I can tell you.

Did you not tell me this fat man was dead?


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