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Hot. This, Douglas? no, I know this face fall/ West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your well:
tent. A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt; P. Hen. Lead me, my lord? I do not need Semblably* furnish'd like the king himself. I your help:
[drive Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes! And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear. The prince of Wales from such a field as this : Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king? Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on,
Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats. And rebels' arms triúmph in massacres ! Douy. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his P. John. We breathe too long :--Come, cousin coats;
Westmoreland, I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece, Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come. Until I meet the king.
[Exeunt Prince John and WESTMORELAND. Hot. Up, and away;
| P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.
Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John;
But now, I do respect thee as my soul. (point, Fal. Though I could ’scape shot-free at Lonel K. Hen. I saw hir bold lord Percy at the don, I fear the shot here ; here's no scoring, but With lustier maintenance than I did look for upon the pate.-Soft! who art thou? Sir Walter Of g'ich an ungrown warrior. Blunt;--there's honour for you: Here's no val P. Hen. 0, this boy nity! I am as hot as moltep lead, and as heavy Leads mettle to us all! too : God keep lead out of me! I need no more
I weight than mine own bowels. I have led my
. Alarums.-Enter DOUGLAS. raggamuffins where they are peppered: there's). Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's but three of my hundred and fifty left alive: and I am the Douglas, fatal to all those [heads : they are for the town's end, to beg during life That wear those colours on them. What art But who comes here?
| That counterfeit'st the person of a king? (thou,
K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, Enter Prince HENRY.
grieves at heart, P. Hen. What, stand'st thou idle here? lend So many of his sbadows thou hast met, me thy sword :
And not the very king. I have two boys, Many a noblemad lies stark and stiff
Seek Percy, and thyself, about the field: Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
But, seeing thou fall’st on me so luckily, Whose deaths are unreveng'd : Priythee, lend I will assay thee ; so defend thyself. thy sword.
| Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit; Fal. O Hal, I pr'ythee, give me leave to And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king: breathe a while.-Turk Gregory never did such But mine, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be, deeds in arms, as I have done this day. I have And thus I win thee. paid Percy, I have made him sure.
[They fight; the King being in danger, enter P. Hen. He is, indeed ; and living to kill thee.
[art like Lend me thy sword, I pr’ythee.
P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, Never to hold it up again! the spirits thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if Of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms : thou wilt.
It is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee ; P. Hen. Give it me: What, is it in the case? Who never promiseth, but he means to pay.Fal. Ay, Hal; 'lis hot, 'lis hot; there's that
[They fight; DOUGLAS flies. will sack a city.
Cheerly, my lord ; How fares your grace! [The prince draws out a bottle of sack. Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, P. Hen. What, is't a time to jest and dally And so bath Clifton; I'll to Clifton straight. now?
[Throws it at him and exii. K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while :Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion ;* If he do come in my way, so: if he do not, if I And show'd, thou mak'st some tender of my life, come in his, willingly, let him make a carbonadot In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me. of me. I like not such grinning honour as Sir P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much Walter hath: Give me life: which if I can save, injury, 80; if not, honour comes unlooked for, and there's That ever said, I hearken'd for your death. an end.
[Erit. If it were so, I might have let alone
The insulting hand of Douglas over you; SCENE IV.-Another part of the Field. Which would have been as speedy in your end, Alarums.-Excursions.-Enter the King, Prince As all the poisonous potions in the world, HENRY, Prince John, and WESTMORELAND.
And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son.
• K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to Sir NichoK. Hen. I pr’ythee,
las Gawsey. (Exit King HENRY. Harry, withdraw thyself; thon bleed'st too
Enter HOTSPUR. much: Lord Johp of Lancaster, go you with him. I Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry MonP. John. Notl, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
[name. P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up, P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
Hot. My name is Harry Percy.
P. Hen. Why, then I see
I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, * In resemblance. † A piece of meat cut crossways for the gridiron.
* Reputation. 3 F
To share with me in glory any more:
futes me but eges, and nobody sees me. The Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere; fore, sirrah, (Stabbing him.) with a new #6 Vor can one England brook a double reign, in your thigh, come you along with me. Of Harry P'ercy, and the prince of Wales.
(Takes HOTSPUR on has been Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the bour is come To end the one of us; And 'would to God,
Re-enter Prince Henry and Prince Joer. Thy name in arms were now as great as mine! | P. Hen. Come, brother Joho, fall bras P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from
hast thou flesh'd And all the budding honours on thy crest (thee; Thy maiden sword. I'R crop, to make a garland for iny head. 1 P. John. But, soft! whom have we bere? Hoi. I can no longer brook thy vanities. Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead?
[They figh. P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathlese Enter FalsTAFF.
bleeding Ful. Well said, Ilal! to it, Hal!-Nay, youpon the gro
av You Upon the ground.shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you.
Art thou alive? or is it fantasy Enter Douglas; he fights with FALSTAFF, who
That plays upon our eyesight? I prytbee pes
We will not trust our eyes, without our ears falls down as if he were dead, and exit DOUGLAS.
Thou art not what thou seem'st. HOTSPUR is irounded, and falls.
Fal. No, that's certain; I am not a deca Hol. O, Harry, thou hast robb’d me of my
man : but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then as I better brook the loss of brittle life, (youth,
th: Jack. There is Percy: (Throwing the body tas Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;lif
if your father will do me any honour, so; They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword
I let him kill the next Percy himself. I look to my flesh:--
" either earl or duke, I can assure you. But thought's the slave of life, and life time's
1 P. Hen. Wby, Percy I killed myself, asist ind time, that takes survey of all the world,
thee dead. Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy,
1 Fal. Didst thou?-Lord, lord, how this was ! but that the earthy and cold hand of death
is given to lying !- grant you, I was down, : Lies on my tongue :--Vo, Percy, thou art dust,
out of breath; and so was he: but we arose bec And food for
[Dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee
at an instant, and fought a long hoar by Shrer
bury clock. If I may be believed, so; if not, " well, great heart ! Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
them, that should reward valour, bear the When that this body did contain a spirit,
upon their own heads. I'll take it upou my des
I gave him this wound in the thigh: if tbe az A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now, two paces of the vilest earth
were alive, and would deny it, I would mate Is room enough:--This earth, that bears thee dead,
dood eat a piece of my sword.
P. John. This is the strangest tale that ele: Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
heard. If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, broibi. i should not make so dear a show of zeal:
Come, bring your luggage nobly on your bach
For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,
I'll gild it with the happiest terus I bare.
A Retreat is sound 'Thy igpomy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remember'd in thy epitaph!
The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours. [He sees Falstaff on the ground.
Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field
To see what friends are living, wbo are dead What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh
[Exeunt Prince Henry and Prince Jos Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell !
Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for rewari. E I could have better spar'd a better man.
that rewards me, God reward him! If I dogru O, I should have a heavy miss of thee, If I were much in love with vanity.
great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and lean Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day,
sack, and live cleanly, as a noblesan shall Though many dearer, in this bloody fray :
[Eril, bearing off the *. Emboweli'd will I see thee by and by;
SCENE V.-Another part of the Field Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. [Exit.,
Fal. [Rising slowly.) Embowelled! if thou The Trumpets sound.- Enter King Art embowel me to-day, i'll give you leave to pow
Prince HENRY, Prince JOHN, WESTA 4 dert me, and eat me too, to-morrow. Sblood,I LAND, and others, uuh WORCESTER. 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant VERNON, prisoners. Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? K. Hen. Thusever did rebellion find rebubzI lie, I am no counterleit: To die, is to be a I-spirited Worcester! did we not send Tace counterfeit; for he is but the counterfeit of a man, Pardon, and terms of love to all of you? who hath not the life of a man: but to counterfeit And would'st thou turn our offers contrary? dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust : counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of Three knights upon our party slain to day, life indeed. The better part of valour is-dis. A noble earl, and many a creature else, cration; in the which better part, I have saved | Had been alive this hour, my lite. Zounds, I am afraid of this gunpowder If, like a Christian, thou badst truly borde Percy, though he be dead: How, if he should Betwixt our armies true intelligence, counterfeit too, and rise? I am afraid, he would Wor. What I have done, my safety urg prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll And l embrace this fortune patiently, make him sure: yea, and I'll swear I killed him. Since pot to be avoided it falls on me. Why may not he rise, as well as I ? Nothinr con- K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, 11 * Scarf, with which he covers Percy's
Other offenders we will pause upon.
| Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds, [Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded. Even in the bosom of our adversaries. How goes the field?
[he saw K. Hen. Then this remains that we divide P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when our power. The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, The noble Percy slain, and all his men
Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest Upon the foot of fear,-fled with the rest;
speed, And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis'd, To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop, That the pursuers took him. At my tent Who, as we hear, are busily in arms: The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace, Myself, and you, son Harry, will towards Wales, I may dispose of him.
To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March. K. Hen. With all my heart.
Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,
Let us not leave till all our own be won.
Ereuní. Alis valour, shown upon our crests to-day,
KING HENRY IV.
King HENRY THE FOURTH.
| TRAVERS and Morton, Domestics of Norths HENRY, Prince of Wales, afterwards
berland. King Henry V.
FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, Pistol, and PAGE. Thomas, Duke of Clarence,
Poins and Peto, Attendants on Prince Hess PRINCE JOHN OF LANCASTER, after
SHALLOW and SILENCE, Country Justices. wards (2 Henry V.) Duke of Bed- His Sons. Davy, Servant to Shailow. ford,
MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLI, DA BIL. PRINCE HUMPHREY of GLOSTER, af
CALF, Recruits. terwards (2 Henry V.) Duke of
Fang and SNARE, Sheriff's Officers. Gloster,
A Dancer, Speaker of the Epilogue.
LADY NORTHUMBERLAND.-LADE PERCI. GOWER, -HARCOURT,
Hostess QUICKLY.-DOLL TEAR-SHEET. LORD CHIEF JUSTICE of the King's Bench. A GENTLEMAN attending on the Chief Justice.
* Lords, and other Attendants; Officers, Soldes EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND, SCROOP, Archbishop of York,
1 Messengers, Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, &
(Enemies to Lord Mowbray, Lord Hastings,
the Lord BARDOLPH, SIR John COLE
SCENE, England. VILE,
II run before king Ilarry's victory;
Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury, Warkworth.-Before Northumberland's Castle. Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his troop Enter Rumour, painted full of Tongues.
Quenching the flame of bold rebellion
Even with the rebel's blood. But what Deni Rum. Open your ears; For which of you will to speak so true at first? my office is stop
To noise abroad,--that Harry Moomouth fell The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks? Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword; I, from the orient to the drooping west,
| And that the king before the Douglas' rage Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death. The acts commenced on this ball of earth: This have I rumour'd through the peasant lots Upon my tongues continual slanders ride; Between that royal field of Shrewsbury The which in every language l pronounce, And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports. Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, I speak of peace, while covert enmity,
Lies crafty-sick : the posts come tiring on, Under the smile of safety, wounds the world : And not a man of them brings other news And who but Rumour, who but only I,
Tban they bave learn'd of me; From Runner Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence ;
tongues Whilst the big year, swol’n with some other They bring smooth comforts false, worse the grief,
true wrongs. Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe
Gale; Enter Lord BARDOLPg.
Bard. Who keeps the gate here, lo!-- Wher Can play upon it. But what need I thus
is the earl? My well-known body to anatomize
Port. What shall I say you are? mong my household? Why is Romour here?
# Northumberland castle.
Bard. Tell thou the earl,
1 Bard. Who, he ? That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here. He was some bilding* fellow, that had stol'n Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the or- The borse he rode on; and, upon my life, chard;
Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more Please it your honour, knock but at the gate,
news. And he himself will answer.
North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title leaf,
Foretells the nature of a tragic volume: North. What news, lord Bardolph? every mi
So looks the strond, whereon the imperious flood pute now
Hath left a witness'd usurpation.tShould be the father of some stratagem:*
Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury? The times are wild; contention, like a horse
Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my poble lord; Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,
Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask, And bears down all before him.
To fright our party. Bard. Noble earl,
North. How doth my son, and brother? I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.
Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek North. Good, an heaven will!
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Bard. As good as heart can wish :
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, The king is almost wounded to the death;
So dull, so dead in look, 90 woe-begone, And, in the fortune of my lord your son,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts
And would have told him, half his Troy was Kill'd by the hand of Douglas: young prince John,
burn'd: And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field;
But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue, And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk Sir John,
And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it. Is prisoner to your son : 0, such a day,
This thou would'st say,–Your son did thus, and So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won,
thus, Came not, till now, to dignify the times, Since Cæsar's fortunes !
Your brother, thus ; so fought the noble Douglas; North. How is this deriv'd?
Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds :
| But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed, Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury?
Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came
Ending with--brother, son, and all are dead. from thence; A gentleman well bred, and of good name,
Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet: That freely rendered me these news for true.
But, for my lord your son,
North. Why, he is dead.
See, what a ready tongue suspicion bath!
He, that but fears the thing he would not know, Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way;
Hath, by instinct, knowledge from others' eyes, And be is furnish'd with no certainties,
That what he fear'd is chanced. Yet speak, MorMore than he haply may retain from me.
Tell thou thy earl his divination lies;
And I will take it as a sweet disgrace, North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come And make thee rich for doing me such wrong. with you?
Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid : Tra. My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain. back
I North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd,
dead. Out-rode me. After him, came spurring hard, I see a strange confession in thine eye : A gentleman almost forspentt with speed, Thou shak'st thy head, and hold'st it fear or sin, That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse: To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so: He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him
The tongue offends not, that reports his death : I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury. And he doth sin that doth belie the dead; He told me, that rebellion had bad luck,
Not he, which says the dead is not alive. And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold; | Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news With that, he gave his able horse the head, Hath but a losing office; and his tongue And, bending forward, struck his armed heels Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Against the panting sides of his poor jade Remember'd knolling a departing friend. Up to the rowel-head; and, starting so,
Bard. I cannot tbink, my lord, your son is dead. He seem'd in running to devour the way,
Mor. I am sorry, I should force you to believe Staying no longer question.
That, which I would to heaven I had not seen : North. Ha!- Again.
But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold? Rend'ring faint quittance, I wearied and outOf Hotspur, coldspur? that rebellion
breath'd Had met ill-luck!
To Harry Monmouth : whose swift wrath beat Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what ;
down If my young lord your son have not the day, The never-daunted Percy to the earth, Upon mine honour, for a silken pointi
From whence with life he never more sprung up. I'll give my barony: never talk of it.
In few, his death (whose spirit lent a fire North. Why should the gentleman, that rode Even to the dullest peasant in his camps) by Travers,
Being bruitedll once, took fire and heat away Give then such instances of loss ?
* Hilderling, base, cowardly. * Important or dreadful event. Exhausted.
† An attestation of its ravage Lace tagged.'
Return of blows. lo few worde. Reporte: