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. Alarum. Enter Falstaff, solus. Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I 30 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 weight 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? Enter the Prince. 40 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 a while. 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 Fal. 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. 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. 60 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. [Exit. Scene IV. Another part of the field. Alarum. Excursions. Enter the King, the Prince, Lord John of Lancaster, and Earl of Westmoreland. King. I prithee, Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much. Lan. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. Lest your retirement do amaze your friends. King. I will do so. My Lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. West. Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent. Prince. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help: ΙΟ And God forbid a shallow scratch should drive And rebels' arms triumph in massacres ! Lan. We breathe too long: come, cousin Westmoreland, Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come. [Exeunt Prince John and Westmoreland. Prince. By God, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster; King. I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point, Prince. Lends mettle to us all! 20 O, this boy [Exit. Enter Douglas. Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads: That wear those colours 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: 30 And thus I win thee. [They fight; the King being in danger, Prince. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like 40 Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms; [They fight. Douglas flies. Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion, And show'd thou makest some tender of my life, And saved the treacherous labour of your son. 50 King. Make up to Clifton: I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey. Enter Hotspur. [Exit. Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. Prince. Why, then I see A very valiant rebel of the name. I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, 60 |