Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek Doug. Know then, my name is Douglas ; Because some tell me that thou art a king. Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought 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. Enter HOTSPUR. Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus, I never had triumph'd upon a Scot. Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king. Hot. Where? Hot. This, Douglas? no, I know this face full well : A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt ; Sembably furnish'd like the king himself. Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes! A borrow'd 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. Hot. Up and away; Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. Other Alarums. Enter FALSTAFF. [Exeunt, 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 honour 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 [6] A play upon shot, as it means the part of a reckoning, and a missive weapon discharged from artillery. JOHNS. led my raggamuffins 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 thy sword: Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies, Whose deaths are unreveng'd: Pr’ythee, lend thy sword. Fal. O Hal, I pr'ythee, give me leave to breathe a while.-Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms, 7 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. Lend me thy sword, I pr'ythee. 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 honour as sir Walter hath : Give me life : which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes unlooked for, and there's an end. [Exit. SCENE IV. Another part of the Field. Alarums. Excursions. Enter the King, Prince HENRY, Prince JOHN, and WESTMORELAND. K. Hen. I pr'ythee, Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much :- P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. [7] Meaning Gregory VII. called Hildebrand. This furious friar surmounted almost invincible obstacles to deprive the emperor of his right of investi ture of bishops, which his predecessors had long attempted in vain. WAR. [8] A carbonado is a piece of meat cut cross-wise for the gridiron. JOH. P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up, My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. West. Come, my lord, I will 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 The prince of Wales from such a field as this; Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on, And rebels' arms triúmph in massacres ! P. John. We breathe too long: Come, cousin Westmoreland, Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come. [Exeunt Prince JOHN and WESTMORELAND. P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, Lancaster, I did not think thee lord of such a spirit: Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John; But now, I do respect thee as my soul. K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point, With lustier maintenance than I did look for Of such an ungrown warrior. P. Hen. O, this boy Lends mettle to us all! Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS. [Exit. Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads: I am the Douglas, fatal to all those That wear those colours on them.-What art thou, K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heart, So many of his shadows thou hast met, And not the very king. I have two boys, 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 likė Never to hold it up again! the spirits Of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: [They fight; DOUGLAS flies. And show'd, thou mak'st some tender of my life, P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much injury, The insulting hand of Douglas over you; K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to sir Nicholas Gaw[Exit King HENRY. sey. Enter HOTSPUR. 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. P. Hen. Why, then I see A very valiant rebel of the name. 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 To end the one of us; and 'would to God, Thy name in arms were now as great as mine! P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere 1 part from thee; And all the budding honours on thy crest I'll crop, to make a garland for my head. Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. [They fight. Enter FALSTAFF. Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you shall find no boy 's play here, I can tell you. [9] i.e thy lost reputation; for in that sense the word was then used. REED HOT Enter DOUGLAS; he fights with FALSTAFF, who falls down as if he were dead, and exit DOUGLAS. SPUR is wounded, and falls. Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb'd 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 flesh : But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; Lies on my tongue :-No, Percy, thou art dust, [Dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee well, great heart!— Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! A kingdom for it was too small a bound ;2 Is room enough :-This earth, that bears thee dead, If thou wert sensible of courtesy, I should not make so dear a show of zeal :- Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven ! [He sees FALSTAFF on the ground. What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh [1] Shakspeare has chosen to make Hotspur fall by the hands of the prince of Wales; but there is, I believe no authority for the fact Holinshed says, The king slew that day with his own hand six and thirty persons of his enemies. The other (i. e troops) of his party encouraged by his doings, fought valiantly and slew the Lord Percy, called Henry Hotspur." Speed says Percy was killed by an unknown hand. MAL. [2] Carminibus confide bonis-Jacet ecce Tibullus; Vix manet e toto parva quod urna capit." Ovid. JOHNS. [3] So the word ignominy was formerly written. REED. |