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Hot. O, Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus, I never had triumphed upon a Scot.
Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king.
Hot. This, Douglas? no, I know this face full well. A gallant knight he was; his name was Blunt; Semblably furnished like the king himself.
Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither1 it goes! A borrowed title hast thou bought too dear. Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king? Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats. Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats. 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.
Other Alarums. Enter FALSTAFF.
Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, but upon the pate.-Soft! who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt ;there's honor for you. Here's no vanity!-I am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy too. God keep lead out of me! I need no more weight than mine own bowels. I have led my ragamuffins where they are peppered: there's but three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and they are for the town's end, to beg during life. But who comes here?
Enter PRINCE HENRY.
P. Hen. What, stand'st thou idle here? Lend me hy sword;
1 Whither for whithersoever. Thus Baret, "Whether, or to what place you will. Quovis." Any-whether also signified to any place.
2 «Here's no vanity:" the negative is here used, ironically, to designate the excess of a thing.
Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
Whose deaths are unrevenged. Pr'ythee, lend me thy
Fal. O Hal, I pr'ythee give me leave to breathe a while.-Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Percy; I have made him sure.
P. Hen. He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I pr’ythee, lend me thy sword.
Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt. P. Hen. Give it me. What, is it in the case? Fal. Ay, Hal: 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a city. [The Prince draws out a bottle of sack. P. Hen. What, is't a time to jest and dally now? [Throws it at him, and exit. Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in his, willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like not such grinning honor as sir Walter hath. Giye me life; which if I can save, so; if not, honor comes unlooked for, and there's an end. [Exit.
SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field. Alarums ;
Enter the KING, PRINCE HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, and WESTMORELAND.
K. Hen. I pr'ythee,
Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much.3Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.
1 "Turk Gregory" means Gregory the Seventh, called Hildebrand. This furious friar surmounted almost invincible obstacles to deprive the emperor of his right of investiture of bishops, which his predecessors had long attempted in vain.
2 A rasher or collop of meat cut crosswise for the gridiron.
3 History says that the prince was wounded in the face by an arrow.
P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.
West. Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent.
P. Hen. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help;
And Heaven forbid a shallow scratch should drive
And rebels' arms triumph in massacres!
P. John. We breathe too long.-Come, cousin Westmoreland,
Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come.
[Exeunt P. JOHN and WESTMORELAND. P. Hen. By Heaven, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster;
I did not think thee lord of such a spirit.
K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point, With lustier maintenance than I did look for
Of such an ungrown warrior.1
Lends mettle to us all!
O, this boy
Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS.
Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's
I am the Douglas, fatal to all those
That wear those colors on them.-What art thou,
K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heart,
1 66 the earle of Richmond withstood his violence, and kept him at the sword's point, without advantage, longer than his companions either thought or judged.”—Holinshed, p. 759.
So many of his snadows thou hast met,
Doug. I fear thou art another counterfeit ;
[They fight; the King being in danger, enter PRINCE HENRY.
P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art
Never to hold it up again! the spirits
Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms:
[They fight; DoUGLAS flies.
K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while.-
And showed thou mak'st some tender of my life,
P. Hen. O Heaven! they did me too much injury, That ever said, I hearkened for your death.
If it were so, I might have let alone
The insulting hand of Douglas over you;
As all the poisonous potions in the world,
And saved the treacherous labor of your son.
K. Hen. Make up to Clifton; I'll to sir Nicholas Gawsey.
[Exit KING HENRY.
Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name.
Hot. My name is Harry Percy.
A very valiant rebel of the name.
Why, then I see
I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy.
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere;
Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come
I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.
Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you.
Enter DOUGLAS; he fights with FALSTAFF, who falls down as if he were dead, and exit DOUGLAS. HOTSPUR is wounded, and falls."
Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robbed me of my youth. I better brook the loss of brittle life,
Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;
They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;
Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy,
1 Shakspeare had no authority for making Hotspur fall by the hand of the prince. Holinshed says, "The king slew that day with his own hand six and thirty persons of his enemies. The other of his party, encouraged by his doings, fought valiantly, and slew the Lord Percy, called Henry Hotspur." Speed says that Percy was killed by an unknown hand.
2 Hotspur, in his last moments, endeavors to console himself. The