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your tent.

Hot. This, Douglas ? no, I know this face West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to

full well : A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt; P. Hen. Lead me, my lord? I do not need Semblably* furnish'd like the king himself.

your help:

(drive Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should goes!

The prince of Wales from such a field as this; A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear. Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on, Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king? And rebels' arms triumph in massacres! Hot. The king hath many marching in his

P. John. We breathe too long :-Come, coucoats.

sin Westmoreland, Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come. coats;

[Exeunt Prince John and WESTMORELAND. I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,

P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, Until I meet the king.

Lancaster, Hot. Up, and away;

I did not think thee lord of such a spirit: Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John;

[Exeunt. But now, I do respect tbee as my soul.

K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the Other Alarums.-Enter FalstafF.

point, Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at Lon. With lustier maintenance than I did look for don, I fear the shot here;' here's no scoring, of such an ungrown warrior. but upon the pate.-Soft! who art thou? Sir P. Hen. O, this boy Walter Blunt;-there's honour for you: Here's Lends mettle to us all!

[Erit no vanity !-Iam as hot as molten lead, and

Alarums.- Enter Douglas. as heavy too: God keep lead out of me! I need no more weight than mine own bowels.-I Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's have led my raggamuffins where they are pep- I am the Douglas, tatal to all those [heads : pered: there's but three of my hundred and That wear those colours on them.-What art lifty left alive; and they are for the town's end, That counterfeit'st the person of a king? (thou, to beg during life. But who comes here?

K. Blen. The king himself; who, Douglas

grieves at heart, Enter Prince Henry.

So many of his shadows thou hast met, P. Hen. What, stand'st thou idle here? lend And not the very king. I have two boys, me thy sword:

Seek Percy, and thyself, about the field: Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff

But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily, Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,

I will assay thee; so defend thyself. Whose deaths are unreveng'd: Pr’ythee, lend Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit; thy sword.

And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king: Frl. 0 Hal, I pr’ythee, give me leave to ! But mine, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be, breathe a while.-Turk Gregory never did such ; And thus I win thee. deeds in arms, as I have done ihis day. I have [They fight; the King being in danger, enter paid Percy, I have made him sure.

Prince HENRY. P. Hen. He is, indeed; and living to kill P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou thee. Lend me thy sword, I pr'ythee.

art like Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, Never to hold it up again! the spirits thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, Of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: if thou wilt.

It is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee; P. Hen. Give it me: What, is it in the case? Who never promiseth, but he means to pay:--Fal. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis' hot; there's that

[They fight; DOUGLAS fiies. will sack a city.

Cheerly, my lord; How fares your grace?[The Prince draws out a bottle of sack. Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, P. Hen. What, is't a time to jest and dally And so hath Clifton; I'll to Clifton straight.

[Throws it at him and exit. k. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while:Ful. Weil, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion;* [lise, If he do come in my way, so: if he do not, if I And show'd, thou mak'st sume tender of my come in his, willingly, let him make a carbo- In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me. na lot of me. I like not such grinning honour P. Hen. () heaven! they did me too much as Sir Walter hath: Give me life: which if I

injury, can save, so; if not, honour comes unlooked That ever said, I hearken’d for your death. for, and there's an end.

[Exit. If it were so, I might have let alone

The insulting band of Douglas over you; SCENE IV.--Another part of the field. Which would have been as speedy in your end Alurums.-Ercursions.-Enter the King, Prince As all the poisonous potions in the world, HENRY, Prince Johs, and WESTMORELAND.

And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son.

ki Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to Sir Nich. K. Hen. I pr’ythee,

olas Gawsey. [Exit King Hesry. Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much :

Enter HotSPUR. Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him. Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Mon. P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed

mouth. too.

P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would dens P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up,

my name. Lest your retirement do amaze your friends. Hot. My name is Harry Percy. K. Hen. I will do so:

P. Hen. Why, then I see My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. A very valiant rebel of the name. * In resemblance.

I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy † A piece of racat cut crossways for the gridiron.

* Reputation. 21

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But now,

To share with me in glory any more:

well as I? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere; nobody sees me. Therefore, sirrah, [Stabbing Nor can one England brook a double reign, him.) with a new wound in your thigb, come you Of Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales. along with me. (Takıs Hotspur an his back,

Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come To end the one of us; And 'would to God,

Re-enter Prince HENRY and Prince John. Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!

P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from

hast thou flesh'd thee;

Thy maiden sword. And all the budding honours on thy crest P. John. But, soft! whom have we here? I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.

Did you not tell me, this fat man war dead? Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities.

P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, freathless [They fight.

and bleeding Enter Falstaff.

Upon the ground.

Art thou alive? or is it fantasy Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you That plays upon our eyesight? I pr'y thee

[speak; shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. We will not trust our eyes, without our ears:Enter Douglas; he fights with Falstaff, who Thou art not what thou seem'st.

fulls down as if he were dead, and exit Doug. Fal. No, that's certain ; I am not a double LAS. Hotspup is wounded, and fulls. man: but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb’d me of my

a Jack. There is Percy : [Throwing the body I better brook the loss of brittle life, [youth, down.] if your father will do me any honour, Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; so; if not, let him kill the next Percy himself. They wound my thoughts, worse than thy I look to be either earl or duke, I can assure sword my flesh:

[fool; you. But thought's the slave of life, and life time's P. Hen. Why, Percy I killed myself, and And time, that takes survey of all the world,

saw thee dead. Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy,

Fal. Didst thou ?—Lord, lord, how this world But that the earthy and cold hand of death is given to lying !-1 grant you, I was down, Lies on my tongne -No, Percy, thou art dust, and out of breath; and so was he: but we arose And food for

[Dies both at an instant, and fought a long hour by P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee Shrewsbury clock. If I may be believed, so; well, great heart!

if not, let them, that should reward valour, bear Ill-weav’dambition, how muchart thou shrunk! the sin upon their own heads. I'll take it upon When that this body did contain a spirit, my death, I gave him this wound in the thigh: A kingdom for it was too small a bound; if the man were alive, and would deny it, I

of the vilest earth

would make him eat a piece of my sword. Is room enough :This earth, that bears thee P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. [dead,

heard. If thou wert sensible of courtesy,

P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother I should not make so dear a show of zeal:-

Joho. But let my favours" hide thy mangled face; Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: And, even in thy behalf, l'il thank myself

For my part, it a lie may do thee grace, For doing these fair rites of' tenderness. I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!

(A Retreat is sounded. Thy ignomy sleep with thee in the grave,

The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours. But not remember'd in thy epitaph !

Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field, [He sees Falstaff on the ground. To see what friends are living, who are dead. What! old acquaintance! could not ail this tlesh [Ereunt Prince Henry and Prince Jorn. Keep in a little lite? Poor Jack, farewell! Fal. I'll tollow, as they say for reward. He I could have better spard a better man.

that rewards me, God reward him! If I do 0, I should have a heavy miss of thee,

grow great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and If I were much in love with vanity.

leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day,

should do.

(Exit, bearing off the body. Though many dearer, in this bloody fray:Embowell'd will I see thee by and by;

SCENE V.- Another part of the field. Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. (Exit. The Trumpets sound.-Enter King HENRY,

Fal. (Rising slow y.) Embowerieu! it tuvu Prince HENRY, Prince JOHN, WEST ORBeinbowei lie to-day, l'll give you leave to pow- LAND, and others with WORCESTER,ur:I VERdert me, and eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, NON, prisoners. 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counter

K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find refeit? I lie, I am no counterfeit: To die, is to be

buke. a counterfeit; for he is but the counterfeit of a Ill-spirited Worcester! uid we not send grace, man, who hath not the life of a man : but to Pardon, and ierps of love to all of you? counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, | And would'st tnou turn our offers contrary? is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust? image of life indeed. The better part of valour Three knights upon our party slain to-day, is-discretion ; in the which better part, I have A noble earl, and many a creature else, saved my life. 'Zounds, I am afraid of this Had been alive this hour, gunpowder Percy, though he be dead: How, If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne if he should counterfeit too, and rise? I am

Betwixt our armies true intelligence. afraid, he would prove the better counterfeit.

Wor. What I have done, my safety urged me Therefore I'll make him sure: yea, and I'll And I embrace this fortune patiently, swear I killed him. Why may not he rise, as

Since not to be avoided it falls on me.

K. Hen. Bear Worcestor to the death, and Scarf, with which he covers Percy's face. + Salt,

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Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds. ! Ereunt Worcester and VERNOS, guarded. Even in the bosom of our adversaries. How goes the field ?

K. Hen. Then this remains,—that we divide P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when

our power. he saw

You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, Towards York shall benn you, with your dearThe noble Percy slain, and all his men

est speed, Upon the foot of fear,-iled with the rest; To meet Northumberland, and the prelate And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis'a,

Scroop, That the pursuers took him. At my tent Who, as we hear, are busily in arms. The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace, Myself, -and you, son Harry,—will towards I may dispose of him.

Wales, Ki Hen. With all my heart.

To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster to Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, This honourable county shall belong: [you Meeting the check of such another day: Go to the Douglas, and deliver him

And since this business so fair is done, l'p to his pleasure, ransomless, and free: Let us not leave till all our own be won. His valour, showa upon our creats to-day,








TRAVERS and MORTON, Domestics of Northum. HENRY, Prince of Wales, afterwards)

berland. King Henry V.


Porns and Peto, Attendants on Prince Henry. Prince John of LANCASTER, after his Sons. Shallow and SILENCE, Country Justices. wards (2 Henry V.) Duke of Bed

Davy, Servant to Shallow. Prince HUMPHREY of Gloster, af

MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE and BULLterwards (2 Henry V.) Duke of

CALF, Recruits. Gloster,

Fang and SNARE, Sheriff's Officers. EARL OF WARWICK,


DANCER, Speaker of the Epilogue. of the King's Party. LAND,

LADY NORTHUMBERLAND.—LADY PERCY. Gower,-HARCOURT, Lord Chief Justice of the King's Bench.

Hostess QUICKLY.-DOLL TEAR-SHEET. A GENTLEMAN attending on the Chief Justice. Lords and other Attendants; Officers, Sol. Earl of NORTHUMBERLAND, SCROOP, Archbishop of York,


diers, Messenger, Drawers, Beadles, Grooms,


Scene, England.

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Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his Warkworth.-Before Northumberland's Custle. Quenching the fame of bold rebellion

troops, Enter RUMOUR, painted full of Tongues. Even with the rebel's blood. But what mean I Rum. Open your ears; For which of you to speak so true at first? my otlice is


To noise abroad,—that Harry Monmouth fell The vent of hearing, when loud Rumonr Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword; I, from the orient to the drooping west,

And that the king before the Douglas' rage Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold Stoop'd his anointed bead as low as death. The acis commenced on this ball of earth:

This have I rumour'd through the peasant

towns Upon my tongues continual slanders ride; The which in every language I pronounce,

Between that royal field of Shrewsbury Stuffing the ears of inen with false reports.

And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone, * I speak of peace, while covert enmity, Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, Under the smile of safety, wounds the world : Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on, And who but Rumour, who but only I,

And not a man of them brings other news Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence;

Than they have learn'd of me; From Rumour's Whilst the big year, swol'n with some other

tongues grief,

They bring smooth comforts false, worse than Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,

true wrongs.

[Exit And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe

Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures;
And of so easy and so plain a stop,

the blunt monster with uncounted heads, SCENE 1:- The same.-The Porter before the Che still-discordant wavering multitude,

Gate; Enter Lord BARDOLPH.
Can play upon it. But what need I thus Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho?-
My wellknown body to anatomize

Where is the earl ?
Among my household ? Why is Rumour here? Port, Wbat shall I say you are?
I run before king Harry's victory;
Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury,

Northumberland castle.


Bara. Tell thou the earl,

He was some hilding* fellow, that had stol'n That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here. The horse he rode on; and, upon my life, Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the Spoke at a venture. Cook, here comes more

Please it your hononr, knock but at the gate,
And he himself will answer.

Enter NIOR'ron.

North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title

leaf, Bard. Here comes the earl.

Fortelis the nature of a tragic volume : North. What news, lord Bardolpl? every So looks the strond, whereon the imperious minute now

lath left a witness'u usurpation.t- (tlood Should be the father of some stratagem :*

Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury? The times are wild ; contention, like a horse Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord ; Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask, And bears down all before him.

To fright our party. Bard. Noble earl,

North. How doth my son, and brother? I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.

Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek North. Good, an heaven will !

Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Bard. As good as heart can wish :

Even such a man, so i'aint, so spiritless, The king is almost wounded to the death ; So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, And, in the fortune of my lord your son, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, Prince Harry slain outright; and both the And would have told him, half his Troy was Blunts


burn'd: Kill'd by the hand of Douglas: young prince But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongne, And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field; And my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it. And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk Sir This thou would'st say,—Your son did thus, Is prisoner to your son : 0, such a day, [John,

and thus,

[las; So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won, Your brother, thus; so fought the noble DongCame not, till now, to dignify the times,

Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds: Since Cæsar's fortunes!

But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed, North. How is this deriv'd ?

Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury? | Ending with-brother, son, and all are dead. Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, from thence; But, for my lord your son, —

syet : A gentleman well bred, and of good name, North. Why, he is dead. That freely render'd me these news for true.

See, what a ready tongue suspicion bath? North. Here comes my servant, Travers, He, that but fears the thing he would not whom I sent


[eyes, On Tuesday last to listen after news. Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; That what he tear'd is chanced. Yet speak,

Hath, by, instinct,, knowledge from others And he is furnish'd with no certainties,

Morton ;
More than he haply may retain from me. Tell thou thy eari, his divination lies;

And I will take it as a sweet disgrace,

And make thee rich for doing me such wrong. North. Now, Travers, what good tidings coine Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid: with you?

Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain. Tra. My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's me back

dead. With joyful tidings; and, being better hors’d, Isce a strange confession in thine eye: (sin, Out-rode me.

After him, came spurring hard, Thou shak'st thy head, and hold'st it fear or A gentleman almost forspentt with speed, To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so: That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied The tongue ofiends not, that reports his death: horse :

And he doth sin, that doth belie the dead; He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him Not he, which says the dead is not alive. I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury. Yet the first bringer of unwelcome new. He told me, that rebellion had bad luck, Hath but a losing office; and his tongue And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold; Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, With that, he gave his able horse the head, Remember'd knolling a departing friend. And, bending forward, struck his armed heels Bard. I cannot think, niy lord, your son Against the panting sides of his poor jade

dead. Up to the rowel-head; and, starting so,

Mor. I am sorry, I should force you to beHe seem'd in running to devour the way,

lieve Staying no longer question.

That, which I would to heaven I had not seen: North. Ha! - Again.

But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold ? Rend'ring faint quittance,I wearied and outof Hotspur, coldspur? that rebellion

breath'd Had met ill-luck!

To Harry Monmouth : whose swift wrathi Burd. My lord, I'll tell you what;

beat down If my young lord your son have not the day, The never-daunted Percy to the earth, [up. Upon mine honour, for a silken point:

From whence with life he never more sprung I'll give my barony: never talk of it.

In fer, ş his death (whose spirit lent a tire North. Why should the gentleman, that rode Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,) by Travers,

Being bruited|| ouce, took fire and heat away Give then such instances of logs ?

* Hilderling, base, cowardly. Bard. Who, be

+ An attestation of its ravage.

I Return of blows. ý In few words, | Reported. Important or dreadful even:. † Exhausted.

• Lace-inged.

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