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Hot. This, Douglas? no, I know this face full West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your well:
tent. 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.
[drive Doug. A foolgo with thy soul, whither it goes! And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear. The prince of Wales from such a field as this : Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king? Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on,
Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats. And rebels' arms triumph in massacres ! Douy. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his P. John. We breathe too long :--Come, cousin coats;
Westmoreland, I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece, Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come. Until I meet the king.
[Exeunt Prince John and WESTMORELAND. Hot. Up, and away;
P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.
[Exeunt. I did not think thee lord of such a spirit: Other Alarums.-Enter FALSTAFF.
Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John;
But now, I do respect thee as my soul. [point, Fal. Though I could ’scape shot-free at Lon- K. Hen. I saw hire hold lord Percy at the don, I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, but With lustier maintenance than I did look for upon the pate.—Soft! who art thou? Sir Walter Of such an ungrown warrior. Blunt;--there's honour for you: Here's no va- P. Hen. O, this boy nity !-I am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy Leods mettle to us all! too : God keep lead out of me! I need no more weight than mine own bowels.--I have led my
Alarums.-Enter DOUGLAS. raggamuffins where they are peppered. there's
Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's but three of my hundred and fifty left alive ; and I am the Douglas, fatal to all those [heads : they are for the town's end, to beg during life. That wear those colours on them.-What art But who comes here?
That counterfeit'st the person of a king? (thou,
K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, Enter Prince HENRY.
grieves at heart, P. Hen. What, stand'st thou idle here? lend So many of his sbadows thou hast met, me thy sword :
And not the very king. I have two boys, Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
Seek Percy, and thyself, about the field : Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
But, seeing thou fall’st on me so luckily, Whose deaths are unreveng'd : Pr'ythee, lend I will assay thee ; so defend thyself. thy sword.
Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit; Fal. O Hal, I pr’ythee, give me leave to And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king: breathe a while.-Turk Gregory never did such But mine, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be, deeds in arms, as I have done this day. I have and thus I win thee. paid Percy, I have made him sure.
[They fight; the King being in danger, enter P. Hen. He is, indeed; and living to kill thee.
[art like Lend me thy sword, I pr’ythee.
P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, Never to hold it up again! the spirits thou get'st not my sword; bút take my pistol, if of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: 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; 'lis hot, 'tis hot; there's that
[They fight ; Douglas flies. 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 bath Clifton; I'll to Clifton straight.
[Throws it at him and erii. K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while :Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion ;* If he do come in my way, so: if he do not, if I And show'd, thou mak'st some tender of my life, · come in his, willingly, let him make a carbonadot In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me. of me. I like not such grinning honour as Sir P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much Walter hath: Give me life: which if I can save, injury, 80; if not, honour comes unlooked for, and there's That ever said, I hearken'd for your death.
[Erit. If it were so, I might have let alone
The insulting hand of Douglas over you; SCENE IV.-Another part of the Field.
Which would have been as speedy in your end, Alarums.-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 NichoK. Hen. I pr’ythee,
las Gawsey. [Exit King HENRY. Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too
Enter HOTSPUR. much: Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.
Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry MonP. John. Notl, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
[name. 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.
Hot. My name is Harry Percy,
P. Hen. Why, then I see
I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, * In resemblance. * A piece neat cut crossways for the gridiron.
* Reputation. 3F
To share with me in glory any more:
futes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. ThereTwo stars keep not their motion in one sphere; fore, sirrah, (Stabbing him.] with a new wound Nor can one England brook a double reign, in your thigh, come you along with me. Of Harry I'ercy, and the prince of Wales.
[Takes HOTSPUR on his back. Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the bour is come To end the one of us; And 'would to God,
Re-enter Prince HENRY and Prince Johs. 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 l part from hast thou flesh'd
P. John. But, soft! whom have we here? Hoi. I can no longer brook thy vanities. Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead?
[They fighi. P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless and Enter FALSTAFF.
bleeding Fal. Well said, Ilal! to it, Hall-Nay, you Art thou alive? or is it fantasy
Upon the ground. shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. Enter Douglas; he fights with FALSTAFF, who We will not trust our eyes, without our ears:
That plays upon our eyesight? I prythee speak; falls down as if he were dead, and exil Douglas. Thou art not what thou seem'st. Hotspur is wounded, and julls. Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb’d me of my man: but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am la
Fal. No, that's certain; I am not a double I better brook the loss of brittle life, [youth, Jack. There is Percy: (Throwing the body down.] Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; if your father will do me any honour, so; if not, They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword let him kill the best Percy himself. I look to be my flesh:
[fool; either earl or duke, I can assure you. But thought's the slave of life, and lise time's And time, that takes survey of all the world,
P. Hen. Why, Percy I killed myself, and 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 Lies on my tongue:-Vo, Percy, thou art dust, out of breath; and so was he: but we arose both
is given to lying !- grant you, I was down, and And food for
[Dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee bury clock. If I may be believed, so ; if not, let
at an instant, and sought a long hour by Shrewswell, great heart III-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk: them, that should reward valour, bear the sin When that this body did contain a spirit,
upon their own heads. I'll take it upop my death, A kingdom for it was too small a bound;
I gave him this wound in the thigh: if the man But now, two paces of the vilest earth
were alive, and would deny it, I would make him Isroom enough:- This earth, that bears thee dead,
eat a piece of my sword. Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er !
heard. If thou wert sensible of courtesy, I should not make so dear a show of zeal :
P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother
Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. Thy ignomy sleep with thee in the grave,
[.A Retreat is sounded. But not remember'd in thy epitaph!
The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours, [He sees Falstaff on the ground. Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field, What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh To see what friends are living, who are dead. Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell!
[Exeunt Prince HENRY and Prince John. I could have better spar'd a better man.
Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He O, I should have a heavy miss of thee,
that rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow If I were much in love with vanity.
great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leare Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day,
sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. Though many dearer, in this bloody fray :
[Exil, bearing of the body. 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.
Fal. (Rising slowly.] Embowelled! if thou The Trumpets sound.- Enter King HENRY, embowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to pow
Prince HENRY, Prince John, WESTMOREdert me, and eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood,
Land, and others, with WORCESTER, and 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant
VERNON, prisoners. Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? K. Hen. Thusever did rebellion find rebuke,I lie, I am no counterfeit : To die, is to be a Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace, counterfeit; for he is but the counterfeit of a man, Pardon, and terms of love to all of you? who hath not the life of a map : but to counterfeit And would'st thou turn our offers contrary? dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust? counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of Three knights upon our party slain to day, life indeed. The better part of valour is-dis. A noble earl, and many a creature else, cration; in the which better part, I have saved Had been alive this hour, my life. 'Zounds, I am afraid of this gunpowder If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne Percy, though he be dead: How, if he should Betwixt our armies true intelligence, counterfeit too, and rise? I am afraid, he would Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll And I embrace this fortune patiently, [to ; make him sure: yea, and I'll swear I killed him. Since not to be avoided it falls on me. Why may not he rise, as well as I ? Nothing con- K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Scarf, with which he covers Percy's face." Salt.
Other offenders we will pause upon.
Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds, [Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded. Even in the bosom of our adversaries. How goes the field?
[he saw K. Hen. Then this remains,--that we divide P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when our power.The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, The noble Percy slain, and all his men
Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest Upon the foot of fear,-fled with the rest ;
speed, And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis'd, To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop, That the pursuers took him. At my tent Who, as we bear, are busily in arms : The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace, Mysell, and you, son Harry, will towards Wales, I may dispose of him.
To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March. K. Hen. With all my heart."
Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,
Let us not leave till all our own be won.
[Ercunt. His valour, shown upon our crests to-day,
King HENRY THE FOURTH.
TRAVERS and Morton, Domestics of NorthumHENRY, Prince of Wales, afterwards
berland. King Henry V.
FalstAFF, BARDOLPH, P13TOL, and PAGE. Thomas, Duke of Clarence,
Poins and PETO, Attendants on Prince Henry. PRINCE JOAN OF LANCASTER, after
Shallow and SILENCE, Country Justices. wards (2 Henry V.) Duke of Bed- His Sons. Davy, Servant to Shailow. ford,
MouLDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, and BULLPRINCE HUMPHREY of GLOSTER, af
CALF, Recruits. terwards (2 Henry V.) Duke of
Fang and SNARE, Sheriff's Officers. Gloster,
RUMOUR.-A PORTER. EARL OF WARWICK,
A Dancer, Speaker of the Epilogue. EARL OF WESTMORE
of the King's Party. LAND,
LADY NORTHUMBERLAND.-LADY PERCY.
Hostess QUICKLY.-DOLL TEAR-SHEET.
Lords, and other Attendants; Officers, Soldiers, SCROOP, Archbishop of York,
Messengers, Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, &c.
Enemies to Lord Mowbray, Lord Hastings,
the King. Lord BARDOLPH, Sir John COLE
SCENE, England. VILE,
I run before king Harry's victory;
Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury, Warkworth. Before Northumberland's Castle. Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his troops, Enter Rumour, painted full of Tongues.
Quenching the flame of bold rebellion
Even with the rebel's blood. But what mean I Rum. Open your ears; For which of you will To speak so true at first? my office is stop
To noise abroad, -that Harry Moomouth fell The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks? 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-borse, still unfold Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death. The acts commenced on this ball of earth: This have I rumour'd through the peasant towus Upon my tongues continual slanders ride; Between that royal field of Shrewsbury The which in every language 1 pronounce, And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports. Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, I speak of peace, while covert enmity,
Lies crafty-sick : the posts come tiring on, Under the smile of safety, wounds the world : And not a man of them brings other news And who but Rumour, who but only I,
Than they bave learn'd of me; From Rumour's Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence ;
tongues Whilst the big year, swol'n with some other They bring smooth comforts false, worse than grief,
. Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe
Gate; Enter Lord BARDOLPH.
Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho?
Where Can play upon it. But what need I thus
is the earl ? My well-known body to anatomize
Port. What shall I say you are? Imong my household ? Why is Rumour here?
* Northumberland castle.
Bard. Tell thou the earl,
Bard, Who, he ? That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here. He was some hilding * fellow, that had stol'n Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the or- The borse he rode on; and, upon my life, chard;
Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more
North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title leaf,
Foretells the nature of a tragic volume:
Hath left a witness'd usurpation.t-
Say, Morton, didst thou come from Sbrewsbury? The times are wild; contention, like a horse Full of high feeding, madly haih broke loose,
Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my poble lord;
Where hateful death pul on his ugliest mask, And bears down all before him. Bard. Noble earl,
To fright our party.
North. How doth my son, and brother? I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.
Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek North. Good, ap heaven will!
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Bard. As good as heart can wish :
Even such a map, so faint, 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, Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, Kill'd by the hand of Douglas: young prince John, And would have told him, half his Troy was And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field; But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue, And Harry Monmouth’s brawn, the hulk Sir John, And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it. Is prisoner to your son : 0, such a day,
This thou would'st say,--Your son did thus, and So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won,
thus, Came not, till now, to dignify the times,
Your brother, thus; so fought the noble Douglas ; Since Cæsar's fortunes! North. How is this derir'd?
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, 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 freely rendered me these news for true.
But, for my lord your son, —
North. Why, he is dead.
See, what a ready tongue suspicion bath!
He, that but fears the thing he would not know, 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, MorMore than he haply may retain from me.
Tell thou thy earl his divination lies;
And I will take it as a sweet disgrace, North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come And make thee rich for doing me such wrong. with you?
Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid : Tra. My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain. back
North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd,
dead. Out-rode me. After him, came spurring hard, I see a strange confession in thine eye : A gentleman almost forspentt with speed, Thou shak'st thy head, and hold'st it fear or sin, That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse: To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so: He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him The tongue offends not, that reports his death : I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury. And he doth sin that doth belie the dead; He told me, that rebellion bad bad luck, Not he, which says the dead is not alive. And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold; Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news With that, he gave his able horse the head, Hath but a losing office; and his tongue And, bending forward, struck his armed heels Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Against the panting sides of his poor jade Remember'd knolling a departing friend. Up to the rowel-bead ; and, starting so,
Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead. He seem'd in running to devour the way,
Mor. I am sorry, I should force you to believe 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, wearied and outOr Hotspur, coldspur? that rebellion
breath'd Had met ill-luck!
To Harry Monmouth : whose swift wrath beat Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what ;
down If my young lord your son have not the day, The never-daunted Percy to the earth, Upon mine honour, for a silken point
From whence with life he never more sprung up. I'll give my barony: never talk of it.
In few, his death (whose spirit lent a fire North. Why should the gentleman, that rode Even to the dullest peasant in his camps) by Travere,
Being bruited|| once, took fire and heat away Give then such instances of loss ?
* Hilderling, base, cowardly. * Important or dreadful event. | Exhausted.
† An attestation of its ravage. Lace tagged
| Return of blows. V In few worde. || Reported