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Enter Hotspur and Dorglas; and Officers and Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale, Soldiers, behind.
For I profess not talking; Only this, Hot. My uncle is return'd:- Deliver up
Let each man do his best; and here draw I My lord of Westmoreland.—Uncle, what news?
A sword, whose temper I intend to stain
With the best blood that I can meet withal
Now,-Esperance !?—Percy !-and set on-
And by that music let us all embrace: Hot. Did you beg any? God forbid !
For, heaven to earth, some of us never sball Wor. I told him gently of our grievances,
A second time do such a courtesy. Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus, [The Trumpets sound. They embrace, and By now forswearing that he is forsworn:
exeunt. He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge
SCENE III.—Plain near Shrewsbury. With haughty arms this hateful name in us. Re-enter Douglas.
Excursions, and Parties fighting. Alarum to the
Battle. Then enter Douglas and Bernt, meeting. Doug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown
Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus
Thou crossest me? what honor dost thou seek A brave defiance in king Henry's teeth, And Westmoreland, that was engaged, did bear it;
Upon my head ? Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on.
Doug. Know then, my name is Douglas; Wor. The prince of Wales stepped forth before Because some tell me that thou art a king.
And I do haunt thee in the battle thus,
Blunt. They tell thee true.
Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath And that no man might draw short breath to-day, Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, king Harry
bought But I, and IIarry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me,
This sword hath ended himn : 80 shall it thee, How show'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt?
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 Unless a brother should a brother dare
Lord Stafford's death.
[They fight, and Blunt is slain. Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue;
Enter Hotspur. Spoke your deservings like a chronicle;
Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holme Making you ever better than his praise,
don thus, By still dispraising praise, valued with you: I never had triúmph'd upon a Scot. And, which became him like a prince indeed,
Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathles He made a blushing cital' of himself;
lies the king. And chid his truant youth with such a grace,
Hot. Where? As if he master'd there a double spirit,
Doug. Here. Of teaching, and of learning, instantly.
Hot. This, Douglas ? no, I know this face full There did be pause: But let me tell the world,
well: If he outlive the envy of this day,
A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt: England did never owes so sweet a hope,
Semblably furnish'd like the king himself. So much misconstrued in his wantonness.
Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes, Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamored
A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear. Upon his follies; never did I hear
Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king! Of any prince, so wild, at liberty :
Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats. But, be he as he will, yet once ere night
Doug. Now, hy my sword, I will kill all his coals; I will embrace him with a soldier's arm,
l'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece, That he shall shrink under my courtesy:
Until I meet the king. Arm, arm, with speed: And, fellows, soldiers, Hot.
Up, and away; friends, Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. (Ereuat
. Better consider what you have to do,
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; Mess. My lord, here are letters for you. —there's honor for you: Here's no vanity : Hot. I cannot read them now.-
am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy too: God O gentlemen, the time of life is short;
keep lead out of me! I need no more weight than To spend that shortness basely, were too long,
mine own bowels.— I have led my raggamufins If life did ride upon a dial's point,
where they are pepper'd: there's but three of my Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
hundred and fifty left alive; and they are for the An if we live, we live to tread on kings;
town's end, to beg during life. But who comes
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 1 Recital.
• The motto of the Percy family,
Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
But mine, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be, Whose deaths are unrevenged: Pr’ythee, lend thy And thus I win thee. sword.
[They fight; the King being in danger, Fal. O Hal, I pr’ythee, give me leave to breathe
enter PRINCE HENRY. a while.—Turk Gregory never did such deeds in P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Percy,
like I have made him sure.
Never to hold it up again! the spirits
It is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee; Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, Who never promiseth, but he means to pay.thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if
[They fight; Douglas flies. thou wilt.
Cheerly, my lord; how fares your grace ?P. Hen. Give it me: What, is it in the case ? Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succor sent,
Fal. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot! there's that will | And so hath Clifton; I'll to Clifton straight. sack a city. [The Prince draws out a bottle of sack. K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while :P. Hen. What, is't a time to jest and dally now? Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion;
[Throws it at him, and exit. And show'd thou mak’st some tender of my life, Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me. he do come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come P. Hen. O, heaven! they did me too much injury, in his, willingly, let him make a carbonado' of me. That ever said, I hearken'd for your death. I like not such grinning honor, as sir Walter hath: If it were so, I might have let alone Give me life: which if I can save, so; if not, The insulting hand of Douglas over you; honor comes unlook'd for, and there's an end. Which would have been as speedy in your end,
[Exit. As all the poisonous potions in the world,
And sav'd the treacherous labor of your son. SCENE IV.-Another Part of the Field.
K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to sir Nicholas Alarums. Excursions. Enter the King, PRINCE
[Exit King HENY. Henny, PRINCE Joan, and WESTMORELAND.
Enter Hotspur. K. Hen. I pr’ythee,
Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much :
P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.
P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. Hot. My name is Harry Percy.
Why, then I see Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
A very valiant rebel of the name. K. Hen. I will do so:
I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.
To share with me in glory any more: West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your tent. Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere; P. Hen. Lead me, my lord ? I do not need your Nor can one England brook a double reign, help:
Of Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales. And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive
Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come The prince of Wales from such a field as this; To end the one of us; And 'would to God, Where stain’d nobility lies trodden on,
Thy name in arms were now as great as mine! And rebels' arms triúmph in massacres !
P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere 1 part from thee; P. John. We breathe too long :-Come, cousin And all the budding honors on thy crest Westmoreland,
I'll crop to make a garland for my head. Our duty this way lies: for God's sake, come.
Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. [Ereunt PRINCE John and WEST MONELAND.
[They fight. P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, Lan
Enter FALSTAFF. caster, I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:
Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you shall Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John;
find no boy's play here, I can tell you. I do respect thee as my soul.
Enter Douglas; he fights with Falstaff, who K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point,
falls down as if he were dead, and exit Douglas. With lustier maintenance than I did look for
Hotspur is wounded, and falls.
O, this boy
Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb’d me of my youth; Lends mettle to us all!
I better brook the loss of brittle life,
Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; Alarums. Enter Douglas.
They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads:
flesh; I am the Douglas, fatal to all those
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; That wear those colors on them.-- What art thou, And time, that takes survey of all the world, That counterfeit'st the person of a king ?
Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy, K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves But that the earthy and cold hand of death at heart,
Lies on my tongue:-No, Percy, thou art dust, So many of his shadows thou hast met,
And food for
[Dies. And not the very king. I have two boys
P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy; Fare thee well, Seek Percy and thyself, about the field:
great heart! But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily,
Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! I will assay thee; so defend thyself.
When that this body did contain a spirit. Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit; A kingdom for it was too small a bound; And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king: But now, two paces of the vilest earth
1 A piece of meat cut crosswise for the gridiron. Is room enough.—This earth that bears thee dead,
Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
would deny it, I would make him eat a piece of my If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
sword. I should not make so dear a show of zeal :
P.John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard. But let my favors' hide thy mangled face;
P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself
John. For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven! For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,
gild it with the happiest terms I have. But not remember'd in thy epitaph!
[4 Retreat is sounded. [He sees Falstaff on the ground. The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours. What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field, Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell ! To see what friends are living, who are dead. I could have better spared a better man.
[Exeunt Prince Henry and Prince Jour. 0, I should have a heavy miss of thee,
Fäl. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that If I were much in love with vanity.
rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great, Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and Though many dearer, in this bloody fray:- live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. Embowell’d will I see thee by and by;
[Exit, bearing off the body. Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. Exit.
Fal. [Rising sloucly.] Embowelled ! if thou em- SCENE V.-Another Part of the Field. bowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder' me, The Trumpets sound. Enter King Herry, Prince and eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time
HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, WESTMORELAND, and to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid
others; with WORCESTER and Venxon,Prisoners. me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no counterfeit: To die, is to be a counterfeit; for he K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.is but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace, of a man: but to counterfeit dying, when a man Pardon, and terms of love to all of you ? thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true And wouldst thou turn our offers contrary? and perfect image of life indeed. The better part Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust ? of valor is--discretion; in the which better part, Three knights upon our party slain to-day, I have saved my life. Zounds, I am afraid of this | A noble earl, and many a creature else, gunpowder Percy, though he be dead: How, if Had been alive this hour, he should counterfeit and rise ? I am afraid, he If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne would prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll Betwixt our armies true intelligence. make him sure: yea, and I'll swear I killed him. Wor. What I have done, my safety urged me to, Why may not he rise, as well as I? Nothing con- | And I embrace this fortune patiently, futes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. There- Since not to be avoided it falls on me. fore, sirrah, [Stabbing him.] with a new wound in K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon your thigh, come you along with me.
[Takes Hotspur on his back. Other offenders we will pause upon.Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and PRINCE Joun.
[Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded.
How goes the field ? P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast
P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when he saw thou flesh'd
The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him,
The noble Percy slain, and all his men
And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis'd, P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless and that the pursuers took him. At my tent bleeding
The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace, Upon the ground.
I may dispose of him. Art thou alive? or is it phantasy
With all my heart. That plays upon our eyesight? I pr’ythee, speak; P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you, We will not trust our eyes, without vur ears: This honorable bounty shall belong : Thou art not what thou seem'st.
Go to the Douglas, and deliver him Fal. No, that's certain ; I am not a double man:
Up to his pleasure, ransomless and free: but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. His valor shown upon our crests to-day, There is Perey: [Throwing the body down.] if Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds, your father will do me any honor, so; if not, let him Even in the bosom of our adversaries. kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either K. Hen. Then this remains, that we divide our earl, or duke, I can assure you.
power. P. Hen. Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, thee dead.
Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest Fal. Didst thou?—Lord, lord, how this world
speed, is given to lying! I grant you, I was down, and to meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop, out of breath ; and so was he: but we rose both at
Who, as we hear, are busily in arms: an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury Myself.—and you, son Harry, -will towards Wales
, clock. If I may be believed, so; if not, let them, To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March. that should reward valor, bear the sin upon their Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, own heads. I'll take it upon my death, I gave him Meeting the check of such another day: this wound in the thigh: if the man were alive, and And since this business so fair is done, 9 Scarf, with which he covers Percy's face.
Let us not leave till all our own be won. [Ereunt.
SECOND PART OF
KING HENRY IV.
Kırg HENRY THE FOURTA.
King Henry V.;
wards (2 Henry V.) Duke of
the King LORD BARDOLPH; Sir John COLEVILE;
Travers and Mortor, Domestics of Northum
Lords and other Attendants: Officers, Soldiers,
Messengers, Drawers, Grooms, &c.
Warkworth. Before Northumberland's Castle. Can play upon it. But what need I thus
My well-known body to anatomize Enter Rumor, painted full of Tongues.
Among my household ? Why is Rumor here? Rum. Open your ears; For which of you will I run before King Harry's victory. stop
Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury, The vent of hearing, when loud Rumor speaks? Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his troops, I, from the orient to the drooping west,
Quenching the flame of bold rebellion Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold Even with the rebel's blood. But what mean I The acts commenced on this ball of earth: To speak so true at first? my office is Upon my tongues continual slanders ride; To noise abroad,—that Harry Monmouth fell The which in every language I pronounce, Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword: Stuffing the ears of men with false reports. And that the king before the Douglas' rage I speak of peace, while covert enmity,
Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death. Under the smile of safety, wounds the world: This have I rumor'd through the peasant towns And who but Rumor, who but only I,
Between that royal field of Shrewsbury Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence; And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone, Whilst the big year, swoll'n with some other grief, Where Hotspur’s father, old Northumberland, Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on, And no such matter? Rumor is a pipe
And not a man of them brings other news Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures; Than they have learn'd of me; From Rumor's And of so easy and so plain a stop,
tongues That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true The still-discordant wavering multitude,
SCENE 1.-Warkworth. Before Northumber North.
Ha!-Again. land's Castle.
Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold? The Porter before the Gate; Enter Lond Bar- of Hotspur, coldspur? that rebellion
Had met ill luck?
L. Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what;L. Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho ?-Where If my young lord your son have not the day, is the earl!
Upon mine honor, for a silken point Port. What shall I say you are ?
I'll give my barony: never talk of it. L. Bard.
Tell thou the earl, North. Why should the gentleman, that rode by That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here.
Travers, Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the or- Give then such instances of loss? chard:
Who, he? Please it your honor, knock but at the gate, He was some hilding' fellow, that had stol'n And he himself will answer.
The horse he rode on; and, upon my life.
Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news.
Enter Morton. L. Bard.
Here comes the earl. North. What news, lord Bardolph ? every mi North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf,
Foretells the nature of a tragic volume: Should be the father of some stratagem:'
So looks the strond, whereon the imperious flood The times are wild; contention, like a horse Hath left a witness'd usurpation.Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, Say. Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury ? And bears down all before him.
Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord; L. Bard.
Noble earl; Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask, I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. To fright our party. North. Good, an heaven will!
North. How doth my son and brother? L. Bard.
As good as heart can wish: Thou tremblest ; and the whiteness in thy cheek The king is almost wounded to the death; Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. And, in the fortune of my lord your son,
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Kill'd by the hand of Douglas : young prince John, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field; And would have told him, half his Troy was burn'd: And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk sir John, But Priam found the tire, ere he his tongue, Is prisoner to your son: O, such a day,
And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it. So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won, This thou wouldst say,–Your son did thus, and Came not till now to dignify the times,
thus; Since Cæsar's fortunes!
Your brother, thus; so fought the noble Douglas; North.
How is this derived? Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds: Saw you the field ? came you from Shrewsbury ? But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed, L. Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, from thence;
Ending with-brother, son, and all are dead. A gentleman well bred, and of good name,
Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet: That frecly render'd me these news for true. But, for my lord, your son,North. Here comes my servant, Travers, whom North.
Why, he is dead. I sent
See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath! On Tuesday last to listen after news.
He, that but fears the thing he would not know, L. Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; Hath, by instinct, knowledge from others' eyes, And he is furnish'd with no certainties,
That what he fear’d is chanced. Yet speak, Morton: More than he haply may retail from me.
Tell thou thy earl, 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 come Mor. You are too great to be hy me gainsaid: with you?
Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain. Tra. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead. With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd, I see a strange confession in thine eye: Out-rode me. After him, came, spurring hard, Thou shak'st thy head, and hold'st it fear, or sin, A gentleman, almost forspent with speed, To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so: That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse: The tongue offends not that reports his death: He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him
And he doth sin, that doth belie the dead:
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
L. Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead. Up to the rowel head; and, starting so,
Mor. I am sorry, I should force you to believe He seem'd in running to devour the way, That which I would to heaven I had not seen: Staying no longer question.
But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, 1 Important or dreadful event.
9 Lace tagged.
8 Hilderling, base, cowardly.