them, that's flat:-Nay, and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on; for, indeed, I had the most of them out of prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my company: and the half shirt is two napkins tacked together, and thrown over the shoulders like a herald's coat without sleeves; and the shirt, to say the truth, stolen from my host at Saint Alban's, or the rednose inn-keeper of Daintry. But that's all one; they'll find linen enough on every hedge. Enter PRINCE HENRY and WESTMORELAND. P. Hen. How now, blown Jack? how now, quilt? Ful. What, Hal? How now had wag? what a devil dost thou in Warwickshire!-My good lord of Westmoreland, I cry you mercy; I thought your honor had already been at Shrewsbury. West. 'Faith, sir John, 'tis more than time that I were there, and you too; but my powers are there already: The king, I can tell you, looks for us all: we must away all night. Fal. Tut, never fear me; I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream. P. Hen. I think to steal cream, indeed; for thy theft hath already made thee butter. But, tell me, Jack; Whose fellows are these that come after? Fal. Mine, Hal, mine. P. Hen. I did never see such pitiful rascals. Fal. Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit, as well as better: tush, man, mortal men, mortal men. West. Ay, but sir John, methinks they are exceeding poor and bare; too beggarly. Fal. Faith, for their poverty,-I know not where they had that: and for their bareness,-I am sure they never learned that of me. P. Hen. No, I'll be sworn; unless you call three fingers on the ribs bare. But, sirrah, make haste; Percy is already in the field. Fal. What, is the king encamped? West. He is, sir John; I fear we shall stay too long. Fal. Well, To the latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest. [Exeunt. Hot. We'll fight with him to-night. His is certain, ours is doubtful. Ver. Do me no slander, Douglas: by my life, (And I dare well maintain it with my life,) If well respected honor bid me on, I hold as little counsel with weak fear, As you, my lord, or any Scot that lives:Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle, Which of us fears. Doug. Ver. Yea, or to-night. Hot. To-night, say I. a Fetters. Content. • Daventry, pronounced Daintry. Ver. Hot. So are the horses of the enemy, Wor. The number of the king exceedeth ours: For God's sake, cousin, stay till all come in. [The Trumpet sounds a parley. Enter Sir WALTER BLUNT. Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the king, You were of our determination! Blunt. And God defend but still I should stand so, Hot. The king is kind; and, well we know, the king Knows at what time to promise, when to pay. A He came but to be duke of Lancaster, Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep In rage dismiss'd my father from the court; Too indirect for long continuance. Blunt. Shall I return this answer to the king? Hot. Not so, sir Walter; we'll withdraw awhile. Go to the king; and let there be impawn'd Some surety for a safe return again, And in the morning early shall mine uncle Bring him our purposes: and so farewell. To-morrow, good sir Michael, is a day, Gent. Why, good my lord, you need not fear; there's Douglas, And Mortimer. And there's my lord of Worcester; and a head Arch. And so there is: but yet the king hath The special head of all the land together:- Blunt. I would, you would accept of grace and Of estimation and command in arms. love. Hot. And, may be, so we shall. 'Pray heaven you do! [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-York. A Room in the Archbishop's House. Enter the Archbishop of York, and a Gentleman. Arch. Hie, good sir Michael! bear this sealed brief,' With winged haste to the lord mareshal; Gent. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well oppos'd. Arch. I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear; And, to prevent the worst, sir Michael, speed: For, if lord Percy thrive not, ere the king Dismiss his power, he means to visit us,For he hath heard of our confederacy,And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him; Therefore, make haste: I must go write again To other friends; and so farewell, sir Michael. [Exeunt severally. ACT V. SCENE I.-The King's Camp near Shrewsbury. Enter KING HENRY, PRINCE HENRY, PRINCE JOHN of LANCASTER, Sir WALTER BLUNT, and Sir JOHN FALSTAFF. K. Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer Above yon bosky hill! the day looks pale At his distemperature. P. Hen. The southern wind Doth play the trumpet to his purposes; And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves, Foretells a tempest, and a blustering day. K. Hen. Then with the losers let it sympathize; For nothing can seem foul to those that win.Trumpet. Enter WORCESTER and VERNON. How now, my lord of Worcester? 'tis not well, That you and I should meet upon such terms As now we meet: You have deceiv'd our trust; And made us doff our easy robes of peace, To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel: This is not well, my lord, this is not well. What say you to't? will you again unknit This churlish knot of all-abhorred war- Of broached mischief to the unborn times? For mine own part, I could be well content I have not sought the day of this dislike. Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. P. Hen. Peace, chewet,' peace. Wor. It pleas'd your majesty, to turn your looks A strength on which they reckoned. To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand, And, will they take the offer of our grace, [Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON. K. Hen. Hence, therefore, every leader to his For, on their answer, will we set on them: [Exeunt KING, BLUNT, and PRINCE JOHN. Fal. Hal, if thou see me down in the battle, and bestride me, so; 'tis a point of friendship. P. Hen. Nothing but 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, thou 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 mat ter; Honor pricks me on. Yea, but how if honor prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honor set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honor hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honor? A word. What is in that word, honor? What is that honor? Air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insenBut will it not live Detraction will not of it: Honor is a K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have articu- sible then? Yea, to the dead. lated," Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches; With some fine color, that may please the eye And never yet did insurrection want P. Hen. In both our armies, there is many a soul, with the living? No. Why? SCENE II.-The Rebel Camp. Enter WORCESTER and VERNON. Wor. O, no, my nephew must not know, sir The liberal kind offer of the king. Then are we all undone. K. Hen. And, prince of Wales, so dare we ven- And on his father's;-we did train him on; ture thee, Albeit, considerations infinite Do make against it:-No, good Worcester, no, • Exhibited in articles. And, his corruption being ta'en from us, 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. 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! Wor. I told him gently of our grievances, Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus,By now forswearing that he is forsworn: He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge With haughty arms this hateful name in us. Re-enter DouGLAS. Doug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown A brave defiance in king Henry's teeth, And, nephew, challenged 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 Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me, How show'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt? Ver. No, by my soul; I never in my life And chid his truant youth with such a grace, Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamored Better consider what you have to do, Mess. My lord, here are letters for you. O gentlemen, the time of life is short; Enter another Messenger. Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale, In the adventure of this perilous day. [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 honor dost thou seek Upon my head? Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath Hot. Up, and away; Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. [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 honor for you: Here's no vanity!! 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 pepper'd: 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: Mess. My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace. Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff 7 Recital. • Own. The motto of the Percy family. 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 carbonado' of me. I like not such grinning honor, as sir Walter hath: Give me life: which if I can save, so; if not, honor comes unlook'd 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 bleed'st too much :Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him. P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. P. Hen. I do 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. And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive 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 deceiv'd me, Lan Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS. Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads: I am the Douglas, fatal to all those That wear those colors 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 ; And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king: 1 A piece of meat cut crosswise for the gridiron. But mine, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be, 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 [They fight; DoUGLAS flies. P. Hen. O, heaven! they did me too much injury, That ever said, I hearken'd for your death. If it were so, I might have let alone The insulting hand of Douglas over you; Which would have been as speedy in your end, As all the poisonous potions in the world, And sav'd the treacherous labor of your son. K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to sir Nicholas Gawsey. [Exit KING HENRY. I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come Enter FALSTAFF. 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; But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy; Fare thee well, great heart! Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! Is room enough.-This earth that bears thee dead, |