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P. Hen. I did never see such pitiful rascals. Did give him that same royalty he wears:
Fal. Tul, tut; good enough to toss; food for And, when he was not six-and-twenty strong, powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit, as well Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low, as better: tush, man, mortal men, mortal men. A poor unminded outlaw sneaking home,
West. Ay, but sir “John, methinks they are ex- My father gave him welcome to the shore: ceeding poor and bare; too beggarly.
And,-when he heard him swear, and vow to God, Fal. Faith, for their poverty,- I know not where He came but to be duke of Lancaster, they had that: and for their bareness,-I am sure To sue his livery," and beg his peace; they never learned that of me.
With tears of innocency, and terms of zeal,P. Hen. No, I'll be sworn; unless you call three My father, in kind heart and pity mov'd, fingers on the ribs bare. But, sirrah, make haste; Swore him assistance, and perform'd it too. Percy is already in the field.
Now, when the lords and barons of the realm Fal. What, is the king encam ped?
Perceiv'd Northumberland did lean to him, West. He is, sir John; I fear we shall stay too The more and less came in with cap and knee; long.
Met him in boroughs, cities, villages; Fal. Well,
Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes, To the latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a Laid gifts before him, proffered him their oaths, feast,
Gave him their heirs; as pages followed him, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest. (Exeunt. Even at the heels, in golden multitudes.
He presently,--as greatness knows itself, SCENE III.—The Rebel Camp near Shrewsbury. Steps me a little higher than his vow Enter Hotspur, WORCESTER, Douglas, and Made to my father, while his blood was poor, VERYON.
Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurg; Hot. We'll fight with him to-night.
And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform Wor.
It may not be. Some certain edicts, and some strait decrees,
That lie too heavy on the commonwealth:
Not a whit. Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep.
This seeming brow of justice, did he win Hot.
His is certain, ours is doubtful. The hearts of all that he did angle for.
Proceeded further; cut me off the heads
In deputation lett behind him here,
Blunt. Tut, I came not to hear this.
Then, to the point. (And I dare well maintain it with my life,) If well respected honor bid me on,
In short time after, he depos’d the king; I hold as little counsel with weak fear,
Soon after that, depriv'd him of his life;
And, in the neck of that, task'd the whole state: As you, my lord, or any Scot that lives : Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle,
To make that worse, suffer'd his kinsman, March, Which of us fears.
(Who is, if every owner were well placed, Doug Yea, or to-night.
Indeed his king) to be incaged in Wales, Ver.
There without ransom to lie forfeited:
Disgraced me in my happy victories;
Rated my uncle from the council-board;
Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong: Drag back our expedition: Certain horse Of my cousin Vernon's are not yet come up:
And, in conclusion, drove us to seek out Your uncle Worcester's horse came but to-day;
This head of satety; and, withal, to pry And now their pride and mettle is asleep,
Into his title, the which we tind Their courage with hard labor tame and dull,
Too indirect for long continuance.
Blunt. Shall I return this answer to the king ? That not a horse is half the half himself. Hot. So are the horses of the enemy,
Hot. Not so, sir Walter; we'll withdraw awhile. In general journey-bated and brought low;
Go to the king; and let there be im pawn'd The better part of ours is full of rest.
Some surety for a sate return again, Wor. The number of the king excecdeth ours:
And in the morning early shall mine uncle For God's sake, cousin, stay till all come in.
Bring him our purposes: and so farewell. [The Trumpet sounds a parlcy.
Blunt. I would, you would accept of grace and
love. Enter Sir WALTER BLUNT.
Hot. And, may be, so we shall. Biunt. I come with gracious offers from the king,
'Pray heaven you do! If you vouchsafe me hearing, and respect.
(Ereunt. Hot. Welcome, sir Walter Blunt; And 'would to God,
SCENE IV.-York. A Room in the Archbishop's
Enter the Archbishop of York, and a Gentleman.
Arch. Hie, good sir Michael! bear this sealed But stand against us like an enemy.
brief, Blunt. And God defend but still I should stand so, with winged haste to the lord mareshal; So long as, out of limit, and true rule,
This to my cousin Scroop; and all the rest You stand against anointed majesty!
To whom they are directed: if you knew But to my charge.—The king hath sent to know How much they do import, you would make haste. The nature of your griefs; and whereupon
Gent. My good lord, You conjure from the breast of civil peace
I guess their tenor. Such bold hostility, teaching this duteous land Arch.
Like enough you do. Audacious cruelty: If that the king
To-morrow, good sir Michael, is a day, Have any way your good deserts forgot,
Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men Which he contesseth to be manifold,
Must 'bide the touch: For, sir, at Shrewsbury, He bids you name your griets; and, with all speed, As I am truly given to understand, You shall have your desires, with interest; The king, with mighty and quick-raised power, And pardon absolute for yourself, and these, Meets with lord Harry: and 'I fear, sir Michael, Herein misled by your suggestion.
What with th sickness of Northumberland, Hot. The king is kind; and, well we know, the (Whose power was in the first proportion) king
And what with Owen Glendower's absence thence, Knows at what time to promise, when to pay. (Who with them was a rated sinew too, My father, and my uncle, and myself,
& The delivery of his lands. The greater and the less Conduct, experience. Fellowship. 7Grievances. 1 Letter.
2 A strength on which they reckoned. And comes not in, o'er-ruld by prophecies,) The noble Westmoreland, and warlike Blunt; I fear the power of Percy is too weak
And many more corrivals, and dear men To wage an instant trial with the king.
Of estimation and command in arms. Gent. Why, good my lord, you need not fear; Gent. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well opthere's Douglas,
pos’d. And Mortimer.
Arch. I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear; Arch. No, Mortimer's not there.
And, to prevent the worst, sir Michael, speed:
Dismiss his power, he means to visit us,-
And 'tis but wisdom to make strong a trainst Arch And so there is: but yet the king hath
him ; drawn
Therefore, make haste: I must go write again The special head of all the land together:
To other friends; and so farewell, sir Michael. The prince of Wales, lord John of Lancaster,
SCENE 1.–The King's Camp near Shrewsbury. Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster;
As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,
Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk, K. Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer That even our love durst not come near your Above yon bosky* hill! the day looks pale
sight, At his distemperature.
For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing P. Hen. The southern wind
We were enforced, for safety sake, to fly Doth play the trumpet to his purposes;
Out of your sight, and raise this present head: And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves, Whereby we stand opposed by such means Foretells a tempest, and a blustering day.
As you yourself have forged against yourself; K. Hen. Then with the losers let it syin pathize; By unkind usage, dangerous countenance, For nothing can seem foul to those that win.- And violation of all faith and troth
Sworn to us in your younger enterprize. Trumpet. Enter WORCESTER and VERNON.
K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have articuHow now, my lord of Worcester? 'tis not well,
lated, That you and I should meet upon such terms Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches; As now we meet: You have deceiv'd our trust; To face the garment of rebellion And make us doff our easy robes of peace,
With some tine color, that may please the eye To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel:
Of fickle changelings, and poor discontents, This is not well, my lord, this is not well.
Which gape, and rub the elbow, at the news What say you to't? will you again unknit
Of hurlyburiy innovation: This churlish knot of all-abhorred war
And never yet did insurrection want And move in that obedient orb again,
Such water-colors, to impaint his cause; Where you did give a fair and natural light; Nor moody beggars, starving for a time And be no more an exhaled meteor,
Of pellmell havock and confusion. A prodigy of fear, and a portent
P. Hen. In both our armies, there is many a soul, Of broached mischief to the unborn times? Shall pay full dearly for this encounter, Wor. Hear me, my liege:
If once ihey join in trial. Tell your nephew, For mine own part, I could be well content The prince of Wales doth join with all the world To entertain the lag-end of my life
In praise of Henry Percy; By my hopes,With quiet hours; for, I do protest,
This present enterprize set oil his head, I have not sought the day of this dislike.
I do not think, a braver gentleman, K. Hen. You have not sought for it! how comes
More active-valiant, or more valiant-young, it then?
More daring, or more bold, is now alive,
For my part, I may speak it to my shame,
And so, I hear, he doth account me too:
Yet this before my father's majesty,– We were the first and dearest of your friends. I am content, that he shall take the odds For you, my staff of othice did I break
Of his great name and estimation; In Richard's time; and posted day and night And will, to save the blood on either side, To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand, Try fortune with him in a single fight. When yet you were in place and in account K. Hen. And, prince of Wales, so dare we venNothing so strong and fortunate as I.
ture thee, It was myself, my brother, and his son,
Albeit, considerations infinite That brought you home, and boldly did outdare Do make against it:-No, good Worcester, no, The dangers of the time: You swore to us,- We love our people well; even those we love, And you did sware that oath at Doncaster, That are mislead upon your cousin's part: That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state; And, will they take the offer of our grace, Nor claim no further than your new-fall'n right, Both he, and they, and you, yea, every man The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster: Shall be my friend again, and I'll be his: To this we swore our aid. But, in short space, So tell your cousin, and bring me word It rain'd down fortune showering on your head; What he will do:-But if he will not yield, And such a flood of greatness fell on you,--.
Rebuke and dread correction wait on us,
We will not now be troubled with reply:
[EX nt WORCESTER and VERNON. So long in his unlucky Irish wars,
P. Hen. It will not be accepted, on my life: That all in England did repute him dead, - The Douglas and the Hotspur both together And, from this swarm of fair advantages,
Are confident against the world in arms. You took occcasion to be quickly woo'd
K. Hen. Hence, therefore, every leader to his To gripe the general sway into your hand;
charge; *Woody 4 Put ol. 6 A chattering bird, a pie.
* Exhibited in articles.
For, on their answer, will we set on them:
Unless a brother should a brother dare And God befriend us, as our cause is just!
To gentle exercise and proof of arms. (E.ceint King, BLUNT, and PRINCE John. He gave you all the duties of a man; Fal. Hal, if thou see me down in the battle, and Trimm’d up your praises with a princely tongue; bestride me, so;'tis a point of friendship.
Spoke your deservings like a chronicle; P. Hen. Nothing but a colossus can do thee that Making you ever better than his praise, friendship. Say thy prayers, and farewell.
By still dispraising praise, valued with you: Ful. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. And, which became him like a prince indeed, P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death. [Exil. He made a blushing cital of himself; Fal. 'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay And chid his truant youth with such a grace, him before his day. What need I be so forward As if he master'd there a double spirit, with him that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no mat- of teaching, and of learning, instantly. ter; Honor pricks me on. Yea, but how it honor There did he pause: But let me tell the world, prick me oil when I come on? how then? Can If he outlive the envy of this day, honor set to a ley? No. Or an arm? No. Or England did never owes so sweet a hope, take away the grief of a wound? No. Honor So much misconstrued in his wantoness. hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honor? Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamored A word. What is in that word, honor? What is that Upon his follies; never did I hear honor? Air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? of any prince, so wild, at liberty :He that died o' Wednesday.. Doth he feel it? No. But, be he as he will, yet once ere night Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then? Yea, I will embrace him with a soldier's arm, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? | That he shall shrink under my courtesy:No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it:-there- Arm, arm, with speed :—And, fellows, soldiers, fore I'll none of it: Honor is a mere scutcheon,
friends, and so ends my catechism.
[Exit. Better consider what you have to do,
Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
Can lift your blood up with persuasion.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My lord, here are letters for you.
Hot. I cannot read them now.-
O gentlemen, the time of life is short; Ver. 'Twere best he did.
To spend that shortness basely, were too long, Wor.
Then are we all undone. If life did ride upon a dial's point, It is not possible, it cannot be,
Still ending at the arrival of an hour. The king should keep his word in loving us; An if we live, we live to tread on kings; He will suspect us still, and find a time
If die, brave death, when princes die with us! To punish this ottence in other faults:
Now for our conscience,-the arms are fair, Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes:
When the intent of bearing them is just
Enter another Messenger.
Mess. My lord, prepare; the king comes on a pace. Look how we can, or sad, or merrily,
Hot. I thank hin, that he cuts me from my tale, Interpretation will misquote our looks;
For I profess not talking; Only thisAnd we shall feed like oxen at a stall,
Let each man do his best; and here draw I The better cherishd, still the nearer death.
A sword, whose temper I intend to stain
With the best blood that I can meet withal
In the adventure of this perilous day.
Now,-Esperance.'.—Percy !--and set on.A hare-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen:
Sound all the lofty instruments of war, All his offences live upon my head,
And by that music let us all embrace: And on his father's ;-we did train him on;
For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall
A second time do such a courtesy.
(The Trumpets sound. They embrace, and
SCENE III.- Plain near Shrewsbury.
Excursions, and Parties fighting. Alarum to the Enter Hotspur and Douglas; and Officers and Battle. Then enter Douglas and Blunt, meeting. Soldiers, behind.
Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus Hot. My uncle is return'd:-Deliver up
Thou crossest me? what honor dost thou seek My lord of Westmoreland.---Uncle, what news? Upon my head? Wor. 'The king will bid you battle presently.
Doug: Know then, my name is Douglas; Doug. Defy him by the lord of Westmoreland.
And I do haunt thee in the battle thus,
Because some tell me that thou art a king.
Doug, The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath Hot. Did you beg any? God forbid!
bought Wor. I told him gently of our grievances,
Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, king Harry, Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus,
This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee, By now forswearing that he is forsworn:
Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner. He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge
Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot: With haughty arms this hateful name in us.
And thou shall find a king that will revenge
Lord Stafford's death.
(They fight, and BLUNT is slain Doug, Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have
Enter HOTSPUR. thrown A brave detiance in king Henry's teeth,
Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon And Westmoreland, that was engaged, did bear it;
thus, Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on.
I never had triumph'd upon a Scot. Wor. The prince of Wales stepped forth before
Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king,
the king. And, nephew, challenged you to single fight.
Hot. Where? Hot. O, 'would the quarrel lay upon our heads;
Doug. Here. And that no man might draw short breath to-day,
Hot. This, Douglas ? no, I know this face full But I, and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me,
well: How show'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt?
A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt: Ver. No, by my soul; I never in my life
Semblably furnish'd like the king himself. Did hear a challenge urged more modestly,
* Recital. 8Own. The motto of the Percy family.
Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes, K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear.
at heart, Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king? So many of his shadows thou hast met,
Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats. And noi the very king. I have two boys
I will assay thee; so detend thyselt.
Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit; Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. (Exeunt. And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king: Other Alarums. Enter FalstAFF.
But mine, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be,
And thus I win thee.
[They fight; the King being in danger,
enter FRINCE HENRY. the pate.-Soft! who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt;
P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art -there's honor for you: Here's no vanity!-I am
like as hot as molten lead, and as heavy too: God keep Never to hold it up again! the spirits lead out of ine! I need no more weight than mine Of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: own bowels. I have led my raggamuffins where it is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee; they are pepperd: there's but three of my hundred Who never promiseth, but he means to pay:and fifty left alive; and they are for the town's end, to beg during life. But who comes here?
[They fight; Douglas flies.
Cheerly, my lord; how fares your grace!-
Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succor sent,
And so hath Clifton; l'll to Clifton straight. thy sword:
K. Hen. Stay, and breathe awhile: Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion; Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
And show'd thou mak'st some tender of my life, Whose deaths are unrevenged : Pr’ythee, lend thy In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me. sword.
P. Hen. O, heaven! they did me too much Fal. O Hal, I pr’ythee, give me leave to breathe That ever said, I hearken’d for your death.
injury, awhile.-Turk Gregory never did such deeds in if it were so, I'might have let alone arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, The insulting hand of Douglas over you; I have made him sure.
P. Hen. He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. Which would have been as speedy in your end, Lend me thy sword, I pr’ythee.
As all the poisonous potions in the world, Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou And sav'd the treacherous labor of your son. get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, it' thou
K. Hen. Make up to Clinton, I'll to sir Nicholas wilt.
[Exit KING HENRY. P. Hen. Give it me: What, is it in the case ?
Enter HOTSPUR. Fal. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot! there's that will
Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. sack a city. [The PRINCE draws out a bottle of sack.
P. Hen. Thou speak’st as if I would deny my P. Hen. What, is't a time to jest, and dally now? [Throws it at him, and exit.
Hot. My name is Harry Percy. Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If
Why, then I see he do come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in his, willingly, let him make a carbonado1 of me.
A very valiant rebel of the name.
I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, Give me life: which if I can save, so; if not, honor Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere; comes unlook'd for, and there's an end. [Exit.
Nor can one England brook a double reign, SCENE IV.-Another Part of the Field.
of Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales.
Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come Alarums. Excursions. Enter the KING, PRINCE To end the one of us; And 'would to God,
HENRY, PRINCE John, and WESTMORELAND. Thy name in arms were now as great as mine! K. Hen. I pr’ythee,
P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee; Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much:- And all the budding honors on thy crest Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.
I'll crop to make a garland for my head. P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up,
[They fight. Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
Enter FALSTAFF. K. Hen. I will do so :
Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you shall My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.
find no boy's play here, I can tell you. West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your tent: Enter Douglas; he fights with Falstaff, who falls P. Hen. Lead me, my lord ? I do not need your help:
down as if he were dead, and exit DOUGLAS. And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive
Hotspur is wounded, and falls. The prince of Wales from such a field as this; Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb’d me of my youth; Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on,
I better brook the loss of brittle life, And rebels' arms triumph in massacres!
Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; P. John. We breathe too long :-Come, cousin They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword Westmoreland,
my flesh; Our duty this way lies: for God's sake, come. But thoughts the slave of life, and life time's fool;
(Exeunt PRINCE JOHN and WESTMORELAND. And time, that takes survey of all the world, P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, Lan- Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy, caster,
But that the earthy and cold hand of death I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:
Lies on my tongue:-No, Percy, thou art dust, Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John;
And food for
[Dies. But now, I do respect thee as my soul.
P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy; Fare thee well, K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point,
great heart!With lustier maintenance than I did look for Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! Of such an ungrown warrior.
When that this body did contain a spirit, P. Hen.
O, this boy
A kingdom for it was too small a bound; Lends mettle to us all!
[Exit. But now, two paces of the vilest earth Alarums. Enter Douglas.
Is room enough.-This earth that bears thee dead,
Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
I should not make so dear a show of zeal:-
And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself A piece of meat cut crosswise for the gridiron.
2 Scarf, with which he covers Percy's faco.
For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
John. Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: But not remember'd in thy epitaph!
For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, (He sees FALSTAFF on the ground. I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh
(A Retreat is sounded. Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell !
The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours. I could have better spared a better man.
Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field, 0, I should have a heavy miss of thee,
To see what friends are living, who are dead. If I were much in love with vanity.
(Exeunt PILINCE HENRY and PRINCE JOny. Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day,
Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that Though many dearer, in this bloody fray :- rewards me God reward him! If I do grow great, Embowell'd will I see thee by and by;
I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. (Exit. live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. Fal. (Rising slowly.] Embowclled! if thou em
(Exit, bearing off the body. howel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder:me, and eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time to SCENE V.- Another Part of the Fuld. counterfeit, or that bot termagant Scot had paid The Trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY, PRINCE me scot and lot too. Counterteit? I lie, I am no
HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, WESTMORELAND, and others; counterfeit: To die, is to be a counterfeit; for he is but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the lite
with WORCESTER and VERNON, Prisoners. of a man: but to counterfeit dying, when a man K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.thereby liveth, is to be no counterteit, but he true I'll-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace, and perfect image of lite indeed. The better part Pardon, and terins of love to all of you? of valor is-discretion; in the which better part, I
And wouldst thou turn our otlers contrary? have saved my life. Zounds, I am afraid of this Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust? gunpowder Percy, though he be dead: How, if he Three knights upon our party slain to-day, should counterteit too, and rise? I am afraid, he A noble earl
, and many a creature else, would prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll Had been alive this hour, make him sure: yea, and I'll swear I killed him. If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne Why may not he rise, as well as I? Nothing con- | Betwixt our armies true intelligence. futes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore,
Wor. What I have done, my safety urged me to; sirrah, (Stabbing him.) with a new wound in your And I embrace this fortune patiently, thigh, come you along with me.
Since not to be avoided it falls on me. (Takes HOTSPUR on his back. K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and VerRe-enter PRINCE HENRY and PRINCE John.
Other offenders we will pause upon.P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast (Ereunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded. thou flesh'd
How goes the field ? Thy maiden sword.
P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when he P. John. But, soft! whom have we here? Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead? P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless and The noble Percy slain, and all his men
The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, bleeding
Upon the foot of fear,-fled with the rest;
And, talling from a hill, he was so bruis'd,
That the pursuers took him. At my tent
I may dispose of him. Thou art not what thou seem'st.
With all my heart. Fal. No, that's certain; I am not a double man:
P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you, but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. This honorable bounty shall belong: There is Percy: [Throwing the body down.) if Go to the Douglas, and deliver him your father will do me any honor, so; if not, let him Up to his pleasure, ransomless and free: kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either His valor shown upon our crests to-day, earl, or duke, I can assure you. P. Hen. Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw Even in the bosom of our adversaries.
Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds thee dead.
K. Hen. Then this remains, that we divide our Fal. Didst thou?-Lord, lord, how this world is
power.given to lying!-I grant you, I was down, and out You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, of breath; and so was he: but we rose both at an Towards York' shall bend you, with your dearest instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. 'If I may be believed, so; if not, let them, To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop,
speed, that should reward valor, bear the sin upon their who, as we hear, are busily in arms: own heads. I'll take it upon my death, I gave him Myself,--and you, son Harry, --will towards Wales, this wound in the thigh: if the man were alive, To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March. and would deny it, I would make him eat a piece Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, of my sword. P. John. This is the strangest tale thate'er I heard. And since this business so fair is done,
Meeting the check of such another day:
Let us not leave till all our own be won. (Ereunt.