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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 A sword, whose temper I intend to stain With the best blood that I can meet withal In the adventure of this perilous day. Now,-Esperance !-Percy!—and set on.Sound all the lofty instruments of war, And by that music let us all embrace ; For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall A second time do such a courtesy.
[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 Thou crossest me? What honor dost thou seek Upon my head ?
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.
1 The folio reads :
“ I was not born to yield, thou haughty Scot."
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 sword, I will kill all his coats. I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece, Until I meet the king. Hot.
Up, and away ; Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. [Exeunt.
Other Alarums. Enter FALSTAFF. 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
1 Whither for whithersoever. Thus Baret, “ Whether, or to what place you will. Quovis.” Any-whether also signified to any place.
2 « Here's no vanity:" the negative is here used, ironically, to designate the excess of a thing.
Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
sword. Fal. O Hal, 1 pr’ythee give me leave to breathe a while.—Turk Gregory' never did such deeds in arms,
1 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.
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 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.
SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field. Alarums ;
Enter the King, PRINCE HENRY, PRINCE John, and
1 “ Turk Gregory” means 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.
2 A rasher or collop of meat cut crosswise for the gridiron. 3 History says that the prince was wounded in the face by an arrow.
P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
P. Hen. I beseech your majesty, make up,
K. Hen. I will do so.
West. Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent.
[Exeunt P. John and WESTMORELAND. P. Hen. By Heaven, thou hast deceived me, Lan
K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point,
O, this boy Lends mettle to us all !
Alarums. Enter Douglas.
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, That counterfeit'st the person of a king ? K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves
1" — the earle of Richmond withstood his violence, and kept him at the sword's point, without advantage, longer than his companions either thought or judged.”—Holinshed, p. 759.
So many of his snadows thou hast met,
Doug. 1 fear thou art another counterfeit;
[They fight; Douglas flies.
K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while. -
P. Hen. 0 Heaven! they did me too much injury,
[Exit King HENRY.