SCENE IV ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD Alarum. Excursions. Enter the KING, the PRINCE, LORD KING. I prithee, LAN. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. KING. I will do so. My Lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on, And rebels' arms triumph in massacres ! LAN. We breathe too long: come, cousin Westmore land, Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come. [Exeunt Prince John and Westmoreland. PRINCE. By God, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster; I did not think thee lord of such a spirit: 5 make up] advance. 6 amaze] bewilder, strike with panic. 14 triumph] The accent falls on the second syllable. Cf. IV, iii, 15, supra. 20 I saw KING. I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point, With lustier maintenance than I did look for Of such an ungrown warrior. PRINCE. Lends mettle to us all! O, this boy Enter DOUGLAS [Exit. 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, 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 Prince of Wales. PRINCE. 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: It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee; 21 hold Lord Percy at the point] parry Lord Percy's blows. 34 assay thee] make trial of, measure swords with, thee. 80 40 Who never promiseth but he means to pay. [They fight: Douglas flies. life, Cheerly, my lord; how fares your grace? Gawsey. Enter HOTSPUR [Exit. HOT. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. A very valiant rebel of the name. Why, then I see I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, 48 opinion] reputation. 49 makest some tender of] showest some regard for. 52 hearken'd for] waited for. Cf. T. of Shrew, I, ii, 256. 58 Make up to Clifton] Join Clifton. Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere; HOT. Nor shall it, Harry; for the hour is come HOT. I can no longer brook thy vanities. [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: 80 77 O, Harry youth] Holinshed states that Hotspur fell in this battle of Shrewsbury at Prince Henry's hand, but earlier authorities state that Hotspur received his fatal wound from an unidentified warrior. 81-83 thought's stop] thought depends on life; life obeys the caprice of time, and time, that embraces all the world in its sway, must have an end. The punctuation here follows that of the Folios. : ! But that the earthy and cold hand of death [Dies. PRINCE. For worms, brave Percy: fare thee well, great heart! Ill-weaved 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, དུ བན ཀ 1|:ཀར བོ དང I should not make so dear a show of zeal: [He spieth Falstaff on the ground. What, old acquaintance! could not all this flesh Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell! I could have better spared a better man: 90 100 96 favours] ribbons worn as a scarf. 109 Embowell'd] Embowelled for embalming. [Exit. 110 |