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Interpretation will misquote our looks,
say 'tis so. Here comes your cousin.
Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLAS.
Wor. I told him gently of our grievances,
Wor. The Prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the king,
Hlot. O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads,
50 How show'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt
Ver. No, by my soul; I never in my life
He gave you all the duties of a man:
Hot. Cousin, I think thou art enamoured
Enter a Messenger.
Hot. I cannot read them now.
Enter another Messenger.
Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale,
And by that music let us all embrace;
100 A second time do such a courtesy.
[The trumpets sound. They embrace, and cxcunt.
SCENE III. Plain between the camps.
The King enters with his power. Alarum to the battle. Then
enter DOUGLAS and SIR WALTER BLUNT.
Doug. Know then, my name is Douglas;
Blunt. They tell thee true.
Doug. The Lord of Stafford dear to-day bath bought
[1 hey fight. Douglas kills Blunt.
Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king.
Hot. This, Douglas? no: I know this face full well:
20 Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.
Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!
Hot. The king hath many marchivg in his coats.
Up, and away!
[Exeunt. Alarum. Enter FALSTAFF, solus.
Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear the shot here; here's no scoring but upon the pate. Soft! who are you? 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 weiglit than mine own bowels. I have led my ragamuffins where they are peppered: there's not three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and they are for the town's end, to beg during life. But who comes here?
40 Enter the PRINCE. Prince. What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy
sword: Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies, Whose deaths are yet unrevenged: I prithee, lend me thy
sword. Fal. O Hal, I prithee, give me leave to breathe awhile. Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms as I have done this day. I have paid Percy. I have made him sure.
Prince. He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I prithee, lend me thy sword.
50 Hal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.
Prince. 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 it out, and finds it to be a bottle of sack. Prince. What, is it a time to jest and dally now?
[He throws the bottle at him. Erit. 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 honour as Sir Walter hath: give me life: which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes unlooked for, and there's an end.
[Erit. SCENE IV. Another part of the field. Alarum. Ercursions. Enter the King, the PRINCE, LORD
John of LANCASTER, and EARL OF WESTMORELAND.
Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much.
Lan. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
Prince. I beseech your majesty, make up, Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
King. I will do so.
West. Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent.
Prince. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help: 10 And God forbid a shallow scratch should drive The Prince of Wales from such a field as this, Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on, And rebels' arms triumph in massacres!
Lan. We breathe too long; come, cousin Westmoreland, Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come.
[E.reunt Prince John and Westmoreland. Prince. By God, 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 thec as my soul.
20 King. I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point With lustier maintenance than I did look for Of such an ungrown warrior. Prince,
0, this boy Lends mettle to us all!
[Erit. 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: wbat art thou, That counterfeit'st the person of a king?
King. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heart So many of his shadows thou hast met
30 And not the very king. I have two boys Seek Percy and thyself about the field: But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily, I will assay thce: so, defend thyself.
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, re-enter Prince of Wales. Prince. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like Never to hold it up again! the spirits
40 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 tight: Douglas flics. Cheerly, iny lord: how fares your grace? Sir Nicholas Gawscy hath for succour sent, And so bath Clifton: I'll to Clifton straiglit.
King. Stay, and breathc a while: