SCENE II.-The Rebel Camp.-Enter WORCESTER and VERNON. Wor. O, no, my nephew must not know, Sir Richard, The liberal kind offer of the king. Ver. "Twere best he did. Wor. Then are we all undone. It is not possible, it cannot be, The king should keep his word in loving us; A hair-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen : And on his father's; we did train him on; Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say, 'tis so. 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. I told him gently of our grievances, Re-enter DOUGLAS. Doug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown And Westmoreland, that was engaged, did bear it; [Exit. Wor. The prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the king, And, nephew, challenged you to single fight. Hot. O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads; And chid his truant youth with such a grace, There did he pause: But let me tell the world,— England did never owet so sweet a hope, Arm, arm, with speed:And, fellows, soldiers, friends, Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue, Can lift your blood up with persuasion. 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. Enter another MESSENGER, Mess. My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace. * Recital. † Own. L.e. not confined as a madman. For I profess not talking; Only this→→→ [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, meeting. Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek Upon my head ? 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 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, 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! A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear. Hot. Up, and away; Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. *J.e. wagered against. + Similarly. [Exeunt. 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 own bowels.-I have led my raggamuffins 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? Enter PRINCE HENRY. P. Hen. 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 unrevenged: Pr'ythee, lend 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. Lend me thy sword, I pr'ythee. Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'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 carbonadot 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. [Exit. SCENE IV-Another part of the Field. Alarums. Excursions.-Enter the KING, PRINCE HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, and WESTMORELAND. K. Hen. I pr'ythee, Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleedst too much :- P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your tent. * I. e. Pope Gregory VII. † A piece of meat cut crossways for the gridiron. 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 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 thee as my soul. K. Hen. I saw liim hold lord Percy at the point, P. Hen. O, this boy Lends mettle to us all! Alarums.-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, [Exit, K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas grieves at heart, Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit ; And thus I win thee. [They fight; the KING being in danger, enter PRINCE HENRY. P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like Never to hold it up again! the spirits Of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: [They fight; DOUGLAS flies. Cheerly, my lord; How fares your grace?— P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much injury, If it were so, I might have let alone K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey. * Reputation. |