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And in the morning early shall mine uncle And comes not in, o'er-rul'd by prophecies,) Bring him our purposes : and so farewell.
I fear the power of Percy is too weak Blunt. I would, you would accept of grace and To wage an instant trial with the king. love.
Gent. Why, good my lord, you need not fear; Hot. And, may be, so we shall.
there's Douglas, Blunt.
'Pray heaven, you do! And Mortimer.
No, Mortimer's not there.
Gent. But there is Mordake, Vernon, lord Harry House.
And there's my lord of Worcester; and a head Enter the Archbishop of York, and a Gentleman.
Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen. Arch. Hie, good sir Michael ? bear this sealed Arch. And so there is : but yet the king hath brief 9,
drawn With winged haste, to the lord mareshal;
The special head of all the land together : This to my cousin Scroop; and all the rest The prince of Wales, lord John of Lancaster, To whom they are directed: if you knew
The noble Westmoreland, and warlike Blunt; How much they do import, you would make haste. And many more corrivals, and dear men Gent. My good lord,
Of estimation and command in arms. I guess their tenor.
Gent. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well opArch.
Like enough you do. To-morrow, good sir Michael, is a day,
Arch. I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear; Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men
And, to prevent the worst, sir Michael, speed : Must 'bide the touch : For, sir, at Shrewsbury, For, if lord Percy thrive not, ere the king As I am truly given to understand,
Dismiss his power, he means to visit us, The king, with mighty and quick-raised power, For he hath heard of our confederacy. Meets with lord Harry: and I fear, sire Michael, — And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him; What with the sickness of Northumberland, Therefore, make haste : I must go write again (Whose power was in the first proportion)
To other friends; and so farewell, sir Michael. And what with Owen Glendower's absence thence,
[Ereunt severally (Who with them was a rated sinew too',
SCENEI. – The King's Camp near Shrewsbury. With quiet hours; for, I do protest,
I have not sought the day of this dislike. Enter King Henry, PRINCE Henry, PRINCE
K. Hen. You have not sought for it! how comes John of Lancaster, Sir WALTER Blunt, and Sir
it then ? John FALSTAFF.
Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. K. Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer
P. Hen. Peace, chewet 4, peace. Above yon busky ? hill! the day looks pale
Wor. It pleas’d your majesty, to turn your looks At his distemperature.
Of favour, from myself, and all our house;
And yet I must remember you, my lord,
We were the first and dearest of your friends. And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves, For you, my staff of office did I break Foretells a tempest, and a blustering day.
In Richard's time; and posted day and night K. Hen. Then with the losers let it sympathize ; To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand. For nothing can seem foul to those that win. When yet you were in place and in account
Nothing so strong and fortunate as I. Trumpet. Enter WORCESTER and Vernon.
It was myself, my brother, and his son, How now, my lord of Worcester ? 'tis not well, That brought you home, and boldly did outdare That you and I should meet upon such terms The dangers of the time: You swore to us, – As now we meet : You have deceiv'd our trust; And you did swear that oath at Doncaster, And made us doff's our easy robes of peace, That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state; To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel :
Nor claim no further than your new-fall’n right, This is not well, my lord, this is not well.
The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster: What say you to't? will you again unknit
To this we swore our aid. But, in short space, This churlish knot of all-abhorred war?
It rain’d down fortune showering on your head ; And move in that obedient orb again,
And such a flood of greatness fell on you, — Where you did give a fair and natural light, What with our help; what with the absent king; And be no more an exhal’d meteor,
What with the injuries of a wanton time; A prodigy of fear, and a portent
The seeming suflerances that you had borne; Of broached mischief to the unborn times?
And the contrarious winds, that held the king Wor. Hear me, my liege:
So long in his unlucky Irish wars,
And, from this swarm of fair advantages,
You took occasion to be quickly woo'd
4 A chattering bird, a pie.
3 Put off,
To gripe the general sway into your hand;
Fal. Hal, if thou see me down in the battle, and Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster ;
bestride me, so; 'tis a point of friendship. And, being fed by us, you us'd us so
P. Henr. Nothing but a colossus can do thee that As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,
friendship. Say thy prayers, and farewell, Useth the sparrow ; did oppress our nest;
Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk,
P. Hen. Why, thou owest heaven a death. That even our love durst not come near your sight,
[Erit. For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing Fal. 'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay We were enforc'd for safety sake, to fly
before the day. What need I be so forward with Out of your sight, and raise this present head : him that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; Whereby we stand opposed by such means
Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour As you yourself have forg'd against yourself ; prick me off when I come on? how then? Can By unkind usage, dangerous countenance, honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm ? No. And violation of all faith and troth
Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour Sworn to us in your younger enterprize.
hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honour? K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have articu- A word. What is in that word, honour? What is lated",
that honour? Air. A trim reckoning! - Who Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches; hath it? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he To face the garment of rebellion
feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insenWith some fine colour, that may please the eye sible then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live Of fickle changelings, and poor discontents, with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will not Which gape, and rub the elbow, at the news suffer it: - therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a Of hurlyburly innovation :
mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism. [Exit. And never yet did insurrection want Such water-colours, to impaint his cause;
SCENE II. The Rebel Camp.
Enter WORCESTER and VERNON.
Then are we all undone. This present enterprize set off his head,
It is not possible, it cannot be, I do not think, a braver gentleman,
The king should keep his word in loving us ; More active-valiant, or more valiant-young, He will suspect us still, and find a time More daring, or more bold, is now alive,
To punish this offence in other faults : To grace his latter age with noble deeds.
Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes : For my part, I may speak it to my shame,
For treason is but trusted like the fox; I have a truant been to chivalry;
Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish’d, and lock'd up, And so, I hear, he doth account me too :
Will have a wild trick of his ancestors. Yet this before my father's majesty, —
Look how we can, or sad, or merrily, I ain content, that he shall take the odds
Interpretation will misquote our looks; Of his great name and estimation;
And we shall feed like oxen at a stall, And will, to save the blood on either side,
The better cherish'd, still the nearer death Try fortune with him in a single fight.
My nephew's trespass may be well forgot, K. Hen. And, prince of Wales, so dare we venture It hath the excuse of youth, and heat of blood; thee,
And an adopted name of privilege, Albeit, considerations infinite
A hare-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen : Do make against it:— No, good Worcester, no, All his offences live upon my head, We love our people well ; even those we love, And on his father's ; -- we did train him on; That are misled upon your cousin's part:
And, his corruption being ta'en from us, And, will they take the offer of our grace,
We, as the spring of all, shall pay for all. Both he, and they, and you, yea, every man Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know, Shall be my friend again, and I'll be his :
In any case, the offer of the king. So tell your cousin, and bring me word
Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say, 'tis so. What he will do ; - But if he will not yield, Here comes your cousin. Rebuke and dread correction wait on us, And they shall do their office. So, be gone ;
Enter Hotspur and Douglas; and Officers and We will not now be troubled with reply :
Soldiers, behind. We offer fair, take it advisedly.
Hot. My uncle is return'd: – Deliver up [Exeunt Worcester and Vernon. My lord of Westmoreland. — Uncle, what news ? P. Hen. It will not be accepted on my life: Wor. The king will bid you battle presently. The Douglas and the Hotspur both together Doug. Defy him by the lord of Westmoreland. Are confident against the world in arms.
Hot. Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so. K. Hen. Hence, therefore, every leader to his Doug. Marry, and shall, and very willingly. charge;
[Exit. For, on their answer, will we set on them :
Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the king. And God befriend us, as our cause is just!
Hot. Did you beg any? God forbid !
Of his oath-breaking ; which he mended thus,
By now forswearing that he is forsworn :
And by that musick let us all embrace :
(The Trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt. Re-enter DOUGLAS. Doug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms ! for I have
SCENE III. - Plain near Shrewsbury. thrown A brave defiance in king Henry's teeth,
Excursions, and Parties fighting. Alarum to the And Westmoreland, that was engag'd, did bear it; Battle. Then enter Douglas and BLUNT, meeting. Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on. Wor. The prince of Wales stepp'd forth before Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek
- Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus the king, And, nephew, challeng'd you to single fight.
Upon my head ? Hot. O, 'would the quarrel lay upon our heads ;
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. Ver. No, by my soul; I never in my life
Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath Did hear a challenge urg'd more modestly,
bought Unless a brother should a brother dare
Thy likeness; for, instead of thee king Harry,
This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee,
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. And, which became him like a prince indeed,
Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon As if he inaster'd there a double spirit,
thus, Of teaching, and of learning, instantly.
I never had triumph'd upon a Scot. There did he pause: But let me tell the world, Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies If he outlive the envy of this day,
the king England did never owe 7 so sweet a hope,
Hot. Where? So much misconstrued in his wantonness.
Doug. Here? Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamoured
Hot. This, Douglas ? no, I know this face full Upon his follies; never did I hear
well : Of any prince, so wild, at liberty :
A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt; But, be he as he will, yet once ere night
Semblably furnish'd like the king himself. I will embrace him with a soldier's arm,
Doug. A fvol go with thy soul, whither it goes, That he shall shrink under my courtesy.
A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear. Arm, arm, with speed : And, fellows, soldiers, Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king ? friends,
Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats Better consider what you have to do,
Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats; Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
Until I meet the king.
Up, and away;
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. (Exeunt.
Other Alarums. Enter Falstaff. O gentlemen, the time of life is short ;
Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, To spend that shortness basely, were too long, I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, but upon If life did ride upon a dial's point,
the pate. — Soft! who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt; Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
- there's honour for you: Here's no vanity! - I An if we live, we live to tread on kings ;
am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy too; heaven If die, brave death, when princes die with us! keep lead out of me! I need no more weight than Now for our conscience, — the arms are fair, mine own bowels. — I have led my raggamuffins When the intent of bearing them is just.
where they are peppered: there's but three of my Enter another Messenger.
hundred and fifty left alive ; and they are for the Mess. My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace. here!
town's end, to beg during life. But who comes Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale,
Enter Prince Henry.
P. Hen. What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me A sword, whose temper I intend to stain
thy sword : With the best blood that I can meet withal
Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff In the adventure of this perilous day.
Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies, Now, - Esperance ! 8 – Percy ! and set on.
Whose deaths are unreveng'd: Pr’ythee, lend thy Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
Fal. O Hal, I pr’ythee, give me leave to breathe 6 Recital. # The motto of the Percy family.
a while. — Turk Gregory never did such deeds in
arms, as I have dono this day. I have paid Percy, P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art I have made him sure.
like P. Hen. He is, indeed ; and living to kill thee. Never to hold it up again! the spirits Lend me thy sword, I prythee.
Or Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms. Fal. Nay, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st not It is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee; my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt. Who never promiseth, but he means to pay P. Hen. Give it me: What, is it in the case ?
[They fight; Douglas fries. Fal. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, it's hot! there's that will Cheerly, my lord ; how fares your grace? sack a city. ( 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 now? | And so hath Clifton ; I'll to Clifton straight.
[Throws it at him, and erit. K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while: Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion; liv do come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come And show'd thou mak'st some tender of my life, in his, willingly, let him make a carbonado 9 of me. In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me. I like not such grinning honour, as sir Walter bath: P. Hen. O, heaven! they did me too much injury, Give me life: which if I can save, so; if not, That ever said, I hearken'd for your death. honour comes unlook'd for, and there's an end. If it were so, I might have let alone
[Erit. The insulting hand of Douglas over you ; SCENE IV. - Another Part of the Field.
Which would have been as speedy in your end, Aarums. Excursions. Enter the King, Prince As all the poisonous potions in the world, HENRY, PRINCE John, and WESTMORELAND.
And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son.
K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to sir Nicholas K. Hen. I pr’ythee,
Gawsey. Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much :-
[Exit King IIENKY. Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.
Enter HoTSPUR. P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up, P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my Lest your retirement do amaze your friends. K. Hen. I will do so:
IIot. My name is Harry Percy. My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. P. Hen.
Why, then I see West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your tent. A very valiant rebel of the name, P. Hen. Lead me, my lord ? I do not need your I am the prince of Wales ; and think not, Percy help:
To share with me in glory any more : And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere; The prince of Wales from such a field as this; Nor can one England brook a double reign, Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on,
Of Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales. And rebels' arms triumph in massacres !
Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come P. John. We breathe too long : Come, cousin To end the one of us; And 'would to God, Westmoreland,
Thy name in arms were now as great as mine! Our duty this way lies; for heaven's sake, come. P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from tlree;
[Erennt Prince John and WestmoRELAND. And all the budding honours on thy crest P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, Lan- I'll crop to make a garland for my head. caster,
Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. I did not think thee lord of such a spirit :
[They fight. Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John;
Enter FALSTAFF. But now, I do respect thee as my soul.
Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!- Nay, you shall K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point, find no boy's play here, I can tell you. With lustier maintenance than I did look for Of such an ungrown warrior.
Enter Douglas; he fights with Falstaff, who fulls P. Hen.
O, this boy
down as if he were dvail, and exit DOUGLAS. Lends mettle to us all !
Exit. Hotspur is wounded, and falls.
Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth;
Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; That wear those colours on them. – What art thou, They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my That counterfeit'st the person of a king ?
flesh : K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; at heart,
And time, that takes survey of all the world, So many of his shadows thou hast met,
Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy, And not the very king. I have two boys
But that the earthy and cold hand of death Seek Percy and thyself, about the field:
Lies on my tongue : - No, Percy, thou art dust, But, seeing thou fall’st on me so luckily,
And food for
(Dies. I will assay thee; so defend thyself.
P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy; Fare thee well, Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit;
great heart! And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king : Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! But mine, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be, When that this body did contain a spirit, And thus I win thee.
A kingdom for it was too small a bound, [They fight; the King being in danger, But now, two paces of the vilest earth enter Prince HENRY.
Is room enough. - This earth that bears thee dead 9 A piece of meat cut crosswise for the gridiron,
Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
would deny it, I would make him eat a piece of my I should not make so dear a show of zeal :
sword. But let my favours i hide thy mangled face ;
P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard. And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself
P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
John. Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven ! Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back : Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, But not remember'd in thy epitaph !
I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. [He sees Falstaff on the ground.
(A Retreat is sounded. What! old acquaintance ! could not all this flesh The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours. Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell ! Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field, I could have better spar'd a better man.
To see what friends are living, who are dead. 0, I should have a heavy miss of thee,
(Exeunt Prince Henry and Prince John. If I were much in love with vanity.
Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day,
rewards me, heaven reward him! If I do grow great, Though many dearer, in this bloody fray:
I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and Embowell'd will I see thee by and by;
live as a nobleman should do. Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. [Erit.
(Exit, bearing off the body. Fal. [Rising slowly.] Embowelled ! if thou embowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder ? SCENE V. - Another Parl of the Field. me, and eat me too, to-morrow. 'Twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me
The Trumpets sound. Enter KinG HENRY, PRINCE scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no
HENRY, Prince John, WESTMORELAND, and counterfeit : To die, is to be a counterfeit; for he
others; with WORCESTER and VERNON, Prisoners. is but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke. of a man: but to counterfeit dying, when a man Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true Pardon, and terms of love to all of you ? and perfect image of life indeed. The better part And wouldst thou turn our offers contrary ? of valour is— discretion ; in the which better part, Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust? I have saved my life. I am afraid of this gunpowder Three knights upon our party slain to-day, Percy, though he be dead: How, if he should | A noble earl, and many a creature else, counterfeit too, and rise? I am afraid, he would Had been alive this hour, prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll make If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne him sure: yea, and I'll swear I killed him. Why Betwixt our armies true intelligence. may not he rise, as well as I ? Nothing confutes me Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to; but eyes, and nobody seees me. Therefore, sirrah, And I embrace this fortune patiently, [Stabbing him.] with a new wound in your thigh, Since not to be avoided it falls on me. come you along with me.
K. Ien. Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon [Takes Hotspur on his back.
Other offenders we will pause upon. Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and Prince John.
[Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded. P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast | How goes the field ? thou flesh'd
P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when he saw Thy maiden sword.
The fortune of the day quite turn’d from him, P. John. But, soft! whom have we here? The noble Percy slain, and all his men Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead ?
Upon the foot of fear, fled with the rest ; P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless and And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis'd, bleeding
That the pursuers took him. At my tent Upon the ground.
The Douglas is ; and I beseech your grace, Art thou alive? or is it phantasy
I may dispose of him. That plays upon our eyesight? I pr’ythee, speak; K. Hen.
With all my heart. We will not trust our eyes, without our ears :
P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you, Thou art not what thou seem'st.
This honourable bounty shall belong : Fal. No, that's certain ; I am not a double man:
Go to the Douglas, and deliver him but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. Up to his pleasure, ransomeless and free: There is Percy : [Throwing the body down.) if your | His valour shown upon our crests to-day, father will do me any honour, so; if not, let him Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds, kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either Even in the bosom of our adversaries. earl, or duke, I can assure you.
K. Hen. Then this remains, that we divide our P. Hen. Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw
power. thee dead. Fal. Didst thou? – Lord, lord, how this world Towards York shallbend you, with your dearest speed,
You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, 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 valour, 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, | Scarf, with which he covers Percy's face.
Let us not leave till all our own be won. (Ereunt.