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But stand against us, like an enemy.

Some surety for a safe return again,
Blunt. And God defend, but still I should stand so, And in the morning early shall mine uncle
So long as, out of limit, and true rule,

Bring him our purposes : and so farewell !
You stand against anointed majesty!

Blunt. I would, you would accept of grace and love. But to my charge!- The king hath sent to know Hot. And, may be, so we shall. The nature of your griefs, and whereupon

Blunt. 'Pray heaven, you do!

(Exeunt, You conjure from the breast of civil peace Such bold hostility, teaching his duteous land SCENE IV.- York. A room in the Archbishop's Audacious cruelty. If that the king Have any way your good deserts forgot,

Enter the Archbishop of York,' and a Gentleman. Which he confesseth to be manifold, –

Arch. Hie, good sir Michael; bear this sealed brief, He bids you name your griefs, and, with all speed, With winged haste, to the lord mareshal! You shall have your desires, with interest, This to my cousin Scroop; and all the rest And pardon absolute for yourself and these, To whom they are directed! If you

knew Herein misled by your suggestion.

How much they do import, you would make haste. Hot. The king is kind; and, well we know, the king Gent. My good lord, Knows, at what time to promise, when to pay. I guess their tenor. My father, and my uncle, and myself,

Arch. Like enough, you do. Did give him that same royalty, he wears. To-morrow, good sir Michael, is a day, And when he was not six and twenty strong, Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low, Must 'bide the touch. For, sir, at Shrewsbury, A poor unminded outlaw sneaking home,

As I am truly given to understand, My father gave him welcome to the shore; The king, with mighty and quick-raised power, And when he heard him swear, and vow to God, Meets with lord Harry: and I fear, sir Michael,He came but to be duke of Lancaster,

What with the sickness of Northumberland, To sue his livery, and beg his peace ;

Whose power was in the first proportion, With tears of innocency, and terms of zeal, And what with Owen Glendower's absence, thence, My father, in kind heart and pity mov’d,

Who with them was a rated sinew too, Swore him assistance, and perform'd it too. And comes not in, o'er-ruld by prophecies,– Now, when the lords and barons of the realm I fear the power of Percy is too weak Perceiv'd Northumberland did lean to him, To wage an instant trial with the king. The more and less came in with cap and knee, Gent. Why, good my lord, you need not fear; Met him in boroughs, cities, villages,

there's Douglas, Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes,

And Mortimer. Laid gifts before him, profler'd him their oaths, Arch. No, Mortimer's not there. Gave him their heirs , as pages follow'd him, Gent. But there is Mordake, Vernon, lord Harry Even at the heels, in golden multitudes.

Percy, He presently, - as greatness knows itself, And there's my lord of Worcester, and a head Steps me a little higher, than his vow

Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen.
Made to my father, while his blood was poor, Arch. And so there is: but yet the king hath drawn
Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurg;

The special head of all the land together:
And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform The prince of Wales, lord John of Lancaster,
Some certain edicts, and some strait decrees, The noble Westmoreland, and warlike Blunt
That lie too heavy on the commonwealth : And many more corrivals, and dear men
Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep.

of estimation and command in arms. Over his country's wrongs; and, by this face, Gent. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well oppos'd. This seeming brow of justice, did he win

Arch. I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear; The hearts of all, that he did angle for,

And, to prevent the worst, sir Michael, speed ! Proceeded further; cut me off the heads

For, if lord Percy thrive not, ere the king Of all the favourites, that the absent king Dismiss his power, he means to visit us, – In deputation left behind him here,

For he hath heard of our confederacy,When he was personal in the Irish war.

And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him; Blunt. Tut, I came not to hear this.

Therefore, make haste! I must go write again Tlot. Then, to the point !

To other friends; and so farewell, sir Michael! In short time after, he depos’d the kings

(Exeunt severally. Soon after that, depriv'd him of his life; And, in the neck of that, task'd the whole state; To make that worse, suffer'd his kinsman, March,

ACT V. (Who is, if every owner were well plac'd,

SCENE I. The King's camp near Shrewsbury. Indeed his king,) to be incag'd in Wales,

Enter King Herry, Prince Hexry, Prince John of There without ransome to lie forfeited:

Lancaster, Sir Walter Blunt, and Sir Joux FalDisgrac'd me in my happy victories; Sought to intrap me by intelligence;

K. Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer
Rated my uncle from the council-board;

Above yon busky hill! the day looks pala
In rage dismiss'd my father from the court; At his distemperature.
Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong, P. Hen. The southern wind
And, in conclusion, drove us to seek out

Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,
This head of safety; and, withal, to pry

And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves, Into his title, the which we find

Foretells a tempest, and a blustering day. Too indirect for long continuance.

K. Hen. Then with the losers let it sympathize ; Blunt. Shall I return this answer to the king ? For nothing can seem foul to those that win.Hot. Not so, sir Walter! we'll :vithdraw awhile.

Trumpet. Enter Worcester and Verxon. Go to the king, and let there be impawn'd

How now, my lord of Worcester? 'tis not well,



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That you and I should meet upon such terms, Of pell-mell havock' and confusion.
As now we meet: You have deceiv'd our trust, P. Hen. In both our armies, there is many a soul,
And made us doff our easy robes of peace, Shall pay full dearly for this encounter,
To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel.

If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew,
This is not well, my lord, this is not well.

The prince of Wales doth join with all the world What say you to't ? will you again unknit In praise of flenry Percy. By my hopes,This churlish knot of all-abhorred war ?

This present enterprize set off his head,
And move in that obedient orb again,

I do not think, a braver gentleman,
Where you did give a fair and natural light, More active-valiant, or more valiant-young,
And be no more an exhal'd meteor,

More daring, or more bold, is now alive,
A prodigy of fear, and a portent

To grace this latter age with noble deeds.
Of broached mischief to the unborn times? For my part, I may speak it to my shame,
I or. Mear me, nuy liege!

I have a truant been to chivalry;
For mine own part, I could be well content And so, I hear, he doth account me too:
To entertain the lag-end of my life

Yet this before my father's majesty, –
With quiet hours; for, I do protest,

I am content, that he shall take the odds I have not sought the day of this dislike.

Of his great name and estimation, K. Hen. You have not sought for it! how comes And will, to save the blood on either side, it then?

Try fortune with him in a single fight. Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. K. llen. And, prince of Wales, so dare we venP. Hen. Peace, chewet, peace!

ture thee, Wor. It pleas’d your majesty to turn your looks Albeit, considerations infinite of favour from myself, and all our house; Do make against it. — No, good Worcester, no, And yet I must remember you, my lord,

We love our people well; even those we love, We were the first and dearest of your friends. That are misled upon your cousin's part, For you my staff of oflice did I break

And, will they take the offer of our grace, In Richard's time, and posted day and night Both he, and they, and you, yea, every man To meet you on the way, and kiss your haud, Shall be my friend again, and I'll be his. When yet you were in place and in account So tell your cousin, and bring me word Nothing so strong and fortunate as I.

What he will do. — But if he will not yield,
It was myself, my brother, and his son,

Rebuke and dread correction wait on iis,
That brought you home, and boldly did outdare And they shall do their office. So, be gone!
The dangers of the time. You swore to us,– We will not now be troubled with reply:
And you did swear that oath at Doncaster,- We ofier fair, take it advisedly!
That you did nothing parpose 'gainst the state,

[Exeunt Worcester and Vernon.
Nor claim no further than your new-fall’n right, P. Hen. It will not be accepted, on my life!
The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster. The Douglas and the Hotspur both together
To this we swore our aid. But, in short space, Are confident against the world in arms.
It rain'd down fortune showering on your head, K. Hen.Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge!
And such a flood of greatness fell on you,- For, on their answer, will we set on them;
What with our help, what with the absent king,

And God befriend us, as otir cause is just! What with the injuries of a wanton time,

(Exeunt King, Blunt, and Prince 'John. The seeming sufi'erances, that you had borne, Fal. Hal, if thou see me down in the battle, and And the contrarious winds, that held the king bestride me, so; 'tis a point of friendship. So long in his unlucky Irish wars,

P. Hen. Nothing but a colossus can do thee that That all in England did repute him dead,-- friendship. Say thy prayers, and farewell ! And, from this swarm of fair advantages,

Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. You took occasion to be quickly wood

P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death. Exit. To gripe the general sway into your hand,

Fal. 'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster,

before his day. What need I be so forward with him, And, being fed by us, you us'd us so

that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; honour As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,

pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off, Useth the sparrow: did oppress our nest,

when I come on? how then? Can honour set to aleg ?No. Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk,

Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? That even our love durst not come near your sight, No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing What is honour? A word. What is in that word, We were enforc'd, for safety's sake, to fly

honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoOut of your sight, and raise this present head: ning! - Who hath it? He that died o’Wednesday. Whereby we stand opposed by such means, Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it inAs you yourself have forg'd against yourself, sensible then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live By unkind usage, dangerous countenance,

with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffAnd violation of all faith and troth

er it :- therefore I'll none of it; honour is a mere Sworn to us in your younger enterprize.

scutcheon, and so ends my catechism. K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have articulated,

(Exit. * Proclaim'd at market-crosscs, read in churches, To face the garment of rebellion

SCENE I. - The rebel camp. With some fine colour, that may please the eye

Enter WORCESTER and Versos. of fickle changelings, and poor discontents, Wor. O, no, my nephew must not know, sir Richard, Which gape and rub the elbow at the news The liberal kind ofler of the king. Of hurlyburly innovation :

Ver. 'Twere best, he did. And never yet did insurrection want

Wor. Then are we all undone. Such water-colours, to impaint his cause, It is not possible, it cannot be, Nor moody beggars, starviug for a time

The king should keep his word in loving us ;


Ile will suspect us still, and find a time

Arm,arm, with speed!-And, fellows,soldiers, friends,
To punish this offence in other faults:

Better consider, what you have to do,
Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes;

Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
For treason is but trusted like the fox,

Can lift your blood up with persuasion.
Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish’d, and lock'd up,

Enter a Messenger.
Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.

Mess. My lord, here are letters for you.
Look how we can, or sad, or merrily,

Hot. I cannot read them now. -
Interpretation will misquote our looks;

O gentlemen, the time of life is short;
And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,

To spend that shortness basely, were too long,
The better cherish’d, still the nearer death. If life did ride upon a dial's point,
My nephew's trespass may be well forgot,

Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
It hath the excuse of youth, and heat of blood, An if we live, we live to tread on kings;
And an adopted name of privilege, -

If die, brave death, when princes die with us!
A hare-brain'd Hotspur, govern’d by a spleen: Now for our conscience, -- the arms are fair,
All his otiences live upon my head,

When the intent of bearing them is just.
And on his father's; - - we did train him on;

Enter another Messenger.
And, his corruption being ta'en from us,

Mess. My lord, prepare! the king comes on apace.
We, as the spring of all, shall pay for all.

Hot. I thauk him, that he cuts me from my tale,
Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know, For I profess not talking; only this-
In any case, the offer of the king !

Let each man do his best! and here draw I
Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say, 'tis so. A sword, whose temper I intend to stain
Here comes your cousin.

With the best blood, that I can meet withal
Enter IIOTSPUR and Douglas; and Officers and Sol- In the adventure of this perilous day.
diers, behind.

Now, — Esperance! – Percy! — and set on!-
Hot. My nocle is return’d. — Deliver up

Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
My lord of Westmoreland. — Uncle, what news ? And by that music let us all embrace !
l'or. The king will bid you battle presently. For, heaven to carth, some of us never shall
Doug. Defy him by the lord of Westmoreland. A second time do such a courtesy.
Hot. Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so!

[The trumpets sound. They embrace, and Doug. Marry, and shall, and very willingly.[Exit.

exeunt. Wor. There is no sceming mercy in the king.

SCENE II. Plain near Shrewsbury. Ilot, Did you beg any? God forbid !

Excursions, and parties fighting. Alarum to the Wor. I told him gently of our grievances,

battle. Then enter Douglas and Biunt, ineeti Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus,- Blunt. What is thy name, that in the baitle thus By now forswearing that he is forsworn.

Thou crossest me ? \Vhat honour dost thon scek
Ile calls us rebels, traitors, and will scourge

Upon my head?
With haughty arms this hateful name in us. Doug. Know then, my name is Douglas;
Re-enter Douglas.

And I do haunt thee in the battle thus,
Doug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms ! for I have thrown Because some tell me, that thou art a king.
A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth,

Blunt. They tell thee true.
And Westmoreland, that was engag’d, did bear it; Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought
Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on. Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, king Harry,
Wor. The prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee,

Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
And, nephew, challengd you to single fight. Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;

Hot. O, 'would the quarrel lay upon our heads, And thou shalt find a king, that will revenge
And that no man might draw short breath to-day, Lord Stafford's death. [Tey fight, and Blunt is slain.
But I, and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me,

Enter Hotspur.
How show'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt? Hot.o Donglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,
Ver. No, by my soul! I never in my life I never had triumph'd upon a Scot.
Did hear a challenge urg'd more modestly,

Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies
Unless a brother should a brother dare

the king.
To gentle exercise and proof of arms.

Hot. Where?
He gave you all the duties of a man,

Doug. Here.
Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongne, Hot. This, Douglas? no, I know this face full well:
Spoke your deservings like a chronicle,

A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt,
Making you ever better, than his praise,

Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.
By still dispraising praise, valued with you, Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes !
And, which became him like a prince indeed, A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear.
He made a blushing cital of himself,

Why didst thou tell me, that thou wert a king?
And chid his truant youth with such a grace, Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats.
As if he master's there a double spirit,

Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;
Of teaching, and of learning, instantly.

I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
There did he pause. But let me tell the world, Until I meet the king.
If he outlive the envy of this day,

Hot. Up, and away!
England did never owe so sweet a hope,

Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. (Exeunt.
So much misconstrned in his wantonness.

Other ularums. Enter Falsta F.
Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamoured

Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London,
Upon his follies; never did I hear

I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, but npon the Of 'any prince, so wild, at liberty:

pate. — Soft! who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt;But, be he as he will, yet once ere night

there's honour for you: here's no vanity!- I am as I will embrace him with a soldier's arm,

hot, as molten lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead That he shall shrink under my courtesy:

ont of me! I need no more weight, than mine own

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bowels. -- I have led my raggamuffins where they are Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit; peppered : there's but three of my hundred and fifty And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king: left alive; and they are for the town's end, to beg But mine, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be, during life. But who comes here?

And thus I win thee.
Enter Prince HENRY.

[They fight; the King being in danger, P. Hen. What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me

enter Prince Henry. thy sword!

P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou artlike Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff

Never to hold it up again! the spirits Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,

Of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms : Whose deaths are unreveng'd. Pr’ythee, lend thy It is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee, sword!

Who never promiseth, but he means to pay:Fal. O Hal, I pr’ythee, give me leave to breathe a

[They fight; Douglas flies. while!—Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms, Cheerly, my lord! How fares your grace ? as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, I have Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, made him sure.

And so hath Clifton. I'll to Clifton straight. P. Ilen. Ile is, indeed, and living to kill thee. Lend K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while ! me thy sword, I pr’ythee.

Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion,
Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou And show'd, thou mak'st some tender to my life,
get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt! In this fair rescue, thou hast brought to me.
P. Hen. Give it me! What, is it in the case ? P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much injury,

Fal. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot,’tis hot; there's that will sack That ever said, I hearken’d for your death.
a city. [The Prince draws out a bottle of sack. If it were so, I might have let alone
P. Ilen. What, is’t a time to jest and dally now? The insulting hand of Douglas over you;

[Throws it at him, and exit. Which would have been as speedy in your end, Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he As all the poisonous potions in the world, do come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in and sav'd the treacherous labour of your son. his, willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to sir Nicholas Gawnot such grinning honour as sir Walter hath. Give sey.

(Exit King Henry. me life: which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes

Enter Hotspur. unlooked for, and there's an end.


Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.

P llen. Thou speak’st, as if I would deny my name. SCENE IV. - Another part of the field. Hot. My name is Harry Percy. Alarums. Excursions. Enter the King, Prince Henry, P. Hen. Why, then I see Prince Jorn, and WESTMORELAND.

A very valiant rebel of the name. K. Hen. I pr’ythee,

I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much. To share with me in glory any more! Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him!

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere; P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. Nor can one England brook a double reign, P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up, Of Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales. Lest your retirement do amaze your friends. Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour'is come K. Hen. I will do so:

To end the one of us. And 'would to God,
My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent! Thy name in arms were now as great, as mine!
West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your tent. P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee;

P. Hen. Lead me, my lord ? I do not need your help: And all the budding honours on thy crest
And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.
The prince of Wales from such a field as this, Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. [They fight.
Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on,

And rebels' arms triúmph in massacres !

Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal! - Nay, you shall P. John. We breathe too long: come, cousin find no boy's play here, I can tell you. Westmoreland,

Enter Douglas; he fights with Falstaff, who falls Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come! down, as if he were dead, and exit Douglas. Hots

[Lxeunt Prince John and Westmoreland. PUR is wounded, and falls. P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, Lancaster, Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth : I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:

I better brook the loss of brittle life, Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John,

Than those proud titles, thoù hast won of me; But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my h. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point, flesh. With lustier maintenance, than I did look for But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool ; Of such an ungrown warrior.

And time, that takes survey of all the world, P. Hen. O, this boy

Must have a stop. O, I could prophecy, Lends mettle to us all!

[Exit. But that the earthy and cold hand of death Alarums. Enter Douglas.

Lies on my tongue. — No, Perey, thou art dust, Doug. Another king! they grow, like Hydra's heads. And food for

(Dies. I am the Douglas, fatal to all those,

P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy! Fare thee well, That wear those colours on them.– What art thou,

great heart! That counterfeit'st the person of a king ?

Il-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! K. Ien. The king himself, who, Douglas, grieves When that this body did contain a spirit, at heart,

A kingdom for it was too small a bound; So many of his shadows, thou hast met,

But now, two paces of the vilest earth And not the very king. I have two boys,

's room enough. - This earth, that bears thee dead, Seek Percy and thyself, about the field :

Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. But, seeing, thou fall’st on me so luckily,

It thou wert sensible of courtesy, I will assay thee; so defend thyself!

I should not make so dear a show of zeal.


But let my favours hide thy mangled face!

P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother And, even in thy behalf, l’ll thank myself

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 alie may do thee grace,
Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, I'll 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 fe? Poor Jack, farewell!

To see what friends are living, who are dead. I would have better spar'd a better man.

[Exeunt Prince Henry and Prince John. 0, I should have a heavy miss of thee,

Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. Ile that If I were much in love with vanity.

rewards me, God reward him ! If I do grow great, I'll Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day, grow less ;for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanThough many dearer, in this bloody fray.

iy,as a noblemanshould do.[Exit,bearing off the boily. Embowell’d will I see thee by and by; Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie! (Exit. SCENF V.- Another part of the field.

Fal. (Rising slowly.) Embowellä ! ifthou embowel The trumpets sound. Enter King Henry, Prince me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder me, and HENRY,Prince John, WESTHORELAND,Und Others, with eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time to coun- Worcester, and verNOX, prisoners. terfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no coun- Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace, terseit. To die, is to be a counterfeit; for he is but Pardon, and terms of love to all of you? the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life of a And would’st thou turn our offers contrary? man; but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust? liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and per- Three knights upon our party slain to-day, fect image of life indeed. The better part of valour A noble earl, and many a creature else, is-discretion; in the which better part, I have saved Had been alive this hour, my life. "Zonuds, I am afraid of this gunpowder Per- If, like a christian, thou hadst truly borne cy, though he be dead: how, if he should counter- Betwixt our armies true intelligence. feit too, and rise? I am afraid, he would prove the Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to; better counterfeit

. Therefore I'll make him sure: yea, And I embrace this fortune patiently, and I'll swear, I kill'd him. Why may not he rise, as Since not to be avoided it falls on me. well as I ? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and no- K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon body sees me. Therefore, sirrah, ( Stabbing him.) with a new wound in your thigh,come you along with other oflenders we will pause upon. me! [Takes Hotspur on his back.

[Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. Re-enter Prince Henry and Prince Jonn. How goes the Geld? P. llen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast thoui P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when he saw flesh'd

The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, Thy maiden sword.

The noble Percy slain, and all his men P. John. But, soft! whom have we here?

Upon the foot of fear, fled with the rest; Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead ? And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis'd, P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless, and bleed- That the pursuers took him. At my tent ing,

The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace, Upon the ground.

I may dispose of him. Art thou alive? or is it phantasy,

K. Hen. With all


heart. That plays upon our eye-sight? I prythee, speak;

P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you We will not trust our eyes, without our cars.

This honourable 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 mau: buti Up to his pleasure, ransomeless, and free! if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is His valour, shown upon our crests to-day, Percy : [Throwing the body down. Jit your father will Hath taught us, how to cherish such high deeds, do me any honour, so; if not, let him kill the next Even in the bosom of our adversaries. Percy himself. I look to be either earl, or duke, I can K. Hen. Then this remains, - that we divide oor assure you.

power. P.Ilen. Why, Percy I kill'd myself, and saw thee dead. You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland,

Fal. Didst thou ? — Lord! Lord! how this world is Towards York shall bend you, with your darest speed, given to lying! - I grant you, I was down, and out of To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop, breath; and so was he: but we rose both at an instant, Who, as we hear, are busily in arms. and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If I may Myself, — and you, son Harry, - will towards Wales, be believed, sn; if not, let them, that should reward | To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March. valour, bear the sin upon their own heads. I'll take it Rebellion in this laud shall lose his sway, upon my death, I gave him this wound in the thigh: if Meeting the check of such another day; the man were alive, and would deny it, I would make And since this business so fair is done, him eat a piece of my suord.

Let us not leave, till all our own be won! P.John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard.'




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