Let each man do his best: and here draw I For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall [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, (who is accoutred like the KING,) meeting. 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. Enter HOTSPUR. Hot. O Douglas! hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus, I never had triumph'd upon a Scot. Doug. All's done, all's won: here breathless lies the king. Doug. Here. Hot. This, Douglas? no; I know this face full well: A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt ; Semblably furnish'd like the king himself. Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes! Hot. I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece, Until I meet the king. Up, and away! Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. Alarums. Enter FALSTAFF. [Exeunt. 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 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 PRINCE HENRY. P. Hen. What! stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword: Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies, Whose deaths are unreveng'd. Pr'ythee, lend me thy sword. Fal. O Hal! I pr'ythee, 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. 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 gett'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 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. SCENE IV.-Another Part of the Field. [Exit. Alarums. Excursions. Enter KING HENRY, PRINCE HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, K. Hen. I pr'ythee, and WESTMORELAND. Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much.- P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. P. Hen. I beseech your majesty, make up, Lest your retirement do amaze your friends. K. Hen. I will do so.-My lord of Westmoreland, Lead him to his tent. West. Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent. P. Hen. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help: The prince of Wales from such a field as this, And rebels' arms triumph in massacres ! P. John. We breathe too long:-come, cousin Westmoreland, Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come. [Exeunt PRINCE JOHN and WESTMORELAND. P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, Lancaster; I did not think thee lord of such a spirit: Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John; But now, K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point, With lustier maintenance than I did look for Of such an ungrown warrior. P. Hen. Lends mettle to us all! Alarums. O, this boy Enter DOUGlas. Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads: I am the Douglas, fatal to all those That wear those colours on them :—what art thou, That counterfeit'st the person of a king? [Exit. 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 ; [They fight. The KING being in danger, re-enter P. HENRY. P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like Never to hold it up again! the spirits Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: [They fight. DOUGLAS flies. Cheerly, my lord: how fares your grace?— Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, And so hath Clifton: I'll to Clifton straight. K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while : Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion; And show'd thou mak'st some tender of my life, And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son. Enter HOTSPur. Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name. P. Hen. Why, then I see I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere; To end the one of us; and would to God, Thy name in arms were now as great as mine! Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. Enter FALSTaff. [Exit. [They fight. Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. Re-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; They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh : But thought's the slave of life, and life, time's fool; But that the earthy and cold hand of death Lies on my tongue :-no, Percy, thou art dust, [Dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: fare thee well, great heart! 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 : But let my favours hide thy mangled face; [Covers HOTSPUR with his scarf. And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself But not remember'd in thy epitaph !— [He sees FALSTAFF on the ground. What, old acquaintance! could not all this flesh Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. [Exit. Fal. [Rising.] Embowelled! if thou embowel 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 paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no 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 thereby 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 this gunpowder Percy, how, if he should counterfeit too, and rise? by my faith, I am afraid he would prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll make him sure; yea, and I'll swear I killed him. Why though he be dead: |