And so, I hear, he doth account me too And will, to save the blood on either side, K. Hen. And prince of Wales, so dare we venAlbeit, considerations infinite [turn thee, Do make against it:-No, good Worcester, no, We love our people well, even those we love, That are misled upo And, will they take your cousin's part: the offer of our grace, [Exeunt Worcester and Vernon. K. Hen. Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge; For, on their answer, will we set on them: Exeunt King, Blunt, and Prince John. Fal. Hai, if thou see me down in the battle, and bestride me, so; tis a point of friendship. P. Hen. Nothing bat a colossus can do thee that friendship. Say thy prayers, and farewell. Fal. I would it were bed-time. Hal, and all well. P. Hen. Why, thon owest God a death. [Exit. Fal. Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm: No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning!--Who hath it? He that died oWednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it:-therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism. [Exit. It is not possible, it cannot be, The king should keep his word in loving us; Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd, and lock'd up, A hare-brain'd Hotspur, govered by a spleen: Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLAS; and Officers and Soldiers, behind. Hot. My uncle is return'd:--Deliver up My lord of Westmoreland-Uncle, what news? Wor. The king will bid you battle presently. Doug. Defy him by the lord of Westmoreland. Hot. Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so. Doug. Marry, and shall, and very willingly. (Exit Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the king. Hot. Did you beg any? God forbid! For. I told him gently of our grievances, Of his oath-breaking; which he ended thus.By now forswearing that he is forsworn: He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge With haughty arms this hatefal name in us. Re-enter DoUGLAS. Doug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms for I have thrown A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth, Wor. The Prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the king, And, nephew, challeng'd you to single fight. Hot. O, 'would the quarrel lay upon our heads, And that no man might draw short breath to day. But I, and larry Moninonth! Tell me, tell me, Arm, arm, with speed:-And, fellows, soldiers, friends, Better consider what you have to do, Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord, here are letters for you. O gentlemen, the time of life is short; Still ending at the arrival of an hour. If die, brave death, when princes die with us! Enter another Messenger. Mess. My lord, prepare; the king comes apace. on Hof. 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 For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall A second time do such a courtesy. 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 honour as sir Walter hath: honour comes unlooked for, and there's an end. [The trumpets sound. They embrace, and Give me life: which if I can save, so; if not, exeunt. SCENE III.-Plain near Shrewsbury. Doug. Know then, my name is Douglas; Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, king Harry, Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot; (They fight, and Blunt is slain.) Dig. Here. Hot. This, Douglas? no, I know this face full well: Dong. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes! Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats. Up, and away; Hot. 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 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 wa 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? [Exit. SCENE IV.-Another part of the Field. Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much :- P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. tent. drive The prince of Wales from such a field as this; P. John. We breathe too long:-Come, cousin Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come. [Exeunt Prince John and Westmoreland. P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster, I did not think thee lord of such a spirit: K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point, P. Hen. Lends mettle to us all O, this boy [Exit. Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS. Doug. Another King! they grow like Hydra's 1 am the Douglas, fatal to all those [heads: That wear those colours on them.-What art thou, That counterfeit'st the person of a king? K. Hen. The king himself: who, Douglas, grieves So many of his shadows thou hast met, Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit ; (They fight; the King being in danger, enter Prince Henry.) [like P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much injury, me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie. I am no Enter HOTSPUR. Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name. Hot. My name is Harry Percy. P. Hen. Why, then I see A very valiant rebel of the name. Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come And all the budding honours on thy crest Enter FALSTAFF. (They fight.) Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. Enter DOUGLAS ; he fights with Falstaff, who falls down as if he were dead, and exit Douglas. Hotspur is wounded, and falls. Hot. O Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth: I better brook the loss of brittle life, Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; (Dies.) P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee well; great heart! Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! A kingdom for it was too small a bound ;. Is room enough:-This earth, that bears thee dead, If thou wert sensible of courtesy, I should not make so dear a show of zeal:- (He sees Falstaff on the ground.) O. I should have a heavy miss of thee, If I were much in love with vanity, [Exit. Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day, Though many dearer, in this bloody fray Embowell'd will I see thee by and by: Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. Fal. (Rising slowly.) Embowell'd! if thou eurbowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder me, and eat me too, to morrow. Sblood, 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had pud counterfeit: To die, is to be a counterfeit : for he is but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life of a man: but to counterfeit dying, when a man there by liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed. The better part of valour is-discretion; in the which better part, I have saved my life. Zounds, I am afraid of the gunpowder Percy, though he be dead: How, if he should counterfeit too, and rise? I am afraid, he would prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll make him sure: yea, and I'll swear I killed him. Why may not he rise, as well as I. Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore, sirral, (Stabbing him,) with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me. (Takes Hotspur on his back.) Re-enter Prince HENRY and Prince JOHN. P. Hen. Come, brother Johm, full bravely hast thou flesh'd Thy maiden sword. P. John. But, soft! whom have we here? Art thou alive? or is it phantasy Fal. No, that's certain; I am not a double man: but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack There is Percy, Throwing the body down, it you father will do me any honour, so; il not, let hitc kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either ear or duke, I can assure you. P. Hen. Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw thee dead. Fal. Didst thou?-Lord! Lord: how this world is given to lyng!-I grant you, I was down, and out of breath; and so was he: but we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If I may be believed, so; let them, that should reward valour, bear the sin upon their own heads. I'll take it upon my death, I gave him tuis wound in the thigh: if the man were alive, and would deny it, I would make him eat a piece of my heard. sword. P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er 1 Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back : (Aretreat is sounded.) [Exeunt Prince Houry and Prince John, Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave suck, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. (Exit, bearing off the body SCENE V.-Another Part of the Field. If, like a christian, thon hadst truly borne 1 1 Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to; And I embrace this fortune patiently, Since not to be avoided it falls on me. [too: K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon Other offenders we will pause upon. [Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. How goes the field? [saw P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when he The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, The noble Percy slain, and all his men Upon the foot of fear,-fled with the rest; And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis'd, That the pursuers took him. At my tent The Donglas is; and I beseech your grace, I may dispose of him. K. Hen. P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you With all my heart. This honourable bounty shall belong: To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop, Myself, and you, son Harry, will towards Wales, [Exeunt |