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To share with me in glory any more:
well as I? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and Two stars keep not their inotion in one sphere; nobody sees me. Therefore, sırral:, [stabbing Nor can one England brook a double reign, him.) with a new wound in your thigh, come you Of Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales. along with me. (Tukıs HOTSPUR on his back.
Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come To end the one of us; And 'would to God,
Re-enter Prince HENRY and Prince John. Thy name in arms were now as great as mine! P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from
P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely,
hast thou flesh'd thee;
Thy maiden sword. And all the budding honours on thy crest
P. John. But, soft! whom have we here? I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.
Did you not tell me, this fat man wa dead? Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities.
P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, freathless [They fight.
and bleeding Enter FALSTAFF.
Upon the ground.
Art thou alive? or is it fantasy Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-- Nay, you That plays upon our eyesiglit? I prythee
[speak; shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you.
We will not trust our eyes, without our ears:Enter Douglas; he fights with FALSTAFF, who Thou art not what thou seem'st. falls down as if he were dead, and erit Doug- Fal. No, that's certain; I am not a double HOTSPUP. is wounded, and falls.
man: but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb’d me of my a Jack. There is Percy: (Throwing the body I better brook the loss of brittle life, (youth, down.) if your father will do me any honour, Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; so; if not, let him kill the next Percy himself. They wound my thoughts, worse than thy I look to be cither earl or duke, I can assure sword my flesh:
[fool; you. But thought's the slave of life, and life time's P. Hen. Why, Percy I killed myself, and And time, that takes survey of all the world,
saw thee dead. Must have a stop. (), I could prophesy,
Fal. Didst thou ?-Lord, lord, how this world But that the earthy and cold hand of death
is given to lying! I grant you, I was down, Lies on my tongue:-No, Percy, thou art dust, and out of breath; and so was he: but we arose And food for
(Dies both at an instant, and fought a long hour by P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee Shrewsbury clock. If I may be believed, so; well, great heart!
if not, let them, that should reward valour, bear Ill-weav’ilambition, how much art thou shrunk! the sin upon their own heads. I'll take it upon When that this body did contain a spirit, my death, I gave him this wound in the thigh: A kingdom for it was too small a bound; if the man were alive, and would deny ii, I But now, two paces of the vilest earth would make him eat a piece of my sword. Is room enough:-This earth, that bears thee P. John. '?'his is the sirangest tale that e'er I Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. [dead,
heard. If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother I should not make so dear a show of zeal:
Joho. But let my favours* hide thy mangled lice; Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself For my purt, it't lie may do thee grace, For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
[A Retreat is sounded. Thy ignomy sleep with thee in the grave,
The trumpet srunds retreat, the day is ours. But not remember'd in thy epitaph !
Come, brother, let's to the highest of the tield, [He sees Faistaff on the ground. To see what friends are living, who are dead. What! old acquaintance! could not ail this tlesh [Ereunt Prince Henry and Prince Jorn, Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell! Fal. I'll follow, as they say for reward. He I could have better spar'd a better man.
that rewards me, God 'reward him! If I do 0, I should have a heavy miss of thee,
grow great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and If I were much in love with vanity.
leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman Death hath not struck so at a deer to-day,
[Exit, heuring off the body. Though many dearer, in this bloody tray :Embowell'd vill I see thee by and by;
SCENE V'.-- Another part of the Field. Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. [Erit. | The Trumpets sound.-Enter King HENRY,
ral. [Pising slow y.] Embowe ieu ! it wou Prince 11 ENRY, Prince John, WESTVORBembowei we to-day, I'll give you leave to pow. LAND, and others with WORCESTER, ar: VERder me, and eat me too, to morrow. 'Sblood, NOx, prisoners. 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counter
k. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find refeit? I lie, I am no counterfeit: To die, is to be
buke. a counterfeit; for he is but the counterfeit of a Ill-spirited Worcester! uid we not send grace, man, who hath not the life of a man : but to Pardon, and terms of love to all of you? counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, And wouldst tnou turn our offers contrary? is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust? image of life indeed. The better part of valour Three knights upon our party slain to-day, is-discretion ; in the which better part, I have A noble earl, and many a creature else, saved my life. 'Zounds, I am afraid of this Had been alive this hour, gunpowder Perey, though he be dead: How, If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne if he should counterfeit too, and rise? I am Betwixt our armies true intelligence. afraid, he would prove the better counterfeit.
Wor. What I have done, my safety urged me Therefore I'll make him sure: yea, and I'll And I embrace this fortura patiently, (to; swear I killed him. Why may not he rise, as
Since not to be avoided it falls on me.
K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and • Scarf, with which he covers Percy's face. + Salt.
Other offenders we will pause upon.
Hath tanght us how to cherish such high deeds, ! Ereunt WORCESTER and VERNO., guarded. Even in the bosom of our adversaries. How goes the field ?
K. Hen. Then this remains,-that we divide P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when
our power.he saw
You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, Towards York shall bend you, with your dear. The noble Percy slain, and all his men
est speed, Upon the foot of fear,-fled with the rest; To meet Northumberland, and the prelate And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis'a,
Scroop, That the pursuers took him. At my tent Who, as we hear, are busily in arms. The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace, Myself, -and you, son Harry,-will towards I may dispose of him.
Wales, K. Hen. With all my heart.
To fight with Glendower, and the earl of Marcha P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster to Rebellion in this land shall lose his swar, This honourable bounty shall belong: [you Meeting the check of such another day: Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
And since this business so fair is done, l'p to his pleasure, ransomless, and free: Let us not leave till all our own he won. His valour, shows upon our creats to-lay,
KING HENRY IV. .
KING HENRY THE FOURTH.
TRAVERS and Morton, Domestics of Northum. Henry, Prince of Wales, afterwards
berland. King Henry V.
FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, and Page. Thomas, Duke of Clarence,
Poins and Peto, Attendants on Prince Henry. Prince John of LANCASTER, after his Sons. SHALLow and Silence, Country Justices. wards ( Henry V;) Duke of Bed
Davy, Servant to Shallow. Prince HUMPHREY of Gloster, af
MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE and Bullterwards (2 :Henry V5) Duke of
CALF, Recruits. Gloster,
Fang and SNARE, Sheriff's Officers. EARL OF WARWICK,
RUMOUR.--A PORTER. EARI. OF WESTMOREof the King's Party.
4 DANCER, Speaker of the Epilogue. LAND,
LADY NORTHUMBERLAND.-LADY Percy.
Hostess QUICKLY.-DOLL TEAR-SHEET.
'diers, Messenger, Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, LORD MOWBRAY; Lord Hastings, to the
&c. LORD BARDOLPII; Sir John COLE- King. VILE,
Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his Warkworth.—Before Northumberland's Castle. Quenching the flame of bold rebellion
troops, Enter RUMOUR, painted full of Tongues. Even with the rebel's blood. But what mean I Rum. Open your ears; For which of you To speak so true at first? my office is will stop
[speaks? To poise abroad,—that Harry Monmouth fell The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour 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 ny post-horse, 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 Upon my tongues continual slanders ride;
towns The which in every language I pronounce,
Between that royal field of Shrewsbury Stuffing the ears of inen with false reports.
And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone,* I speak of peace, while covert enmity,
Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, Under the smile of safety, wounds the world : Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on, And who but Rumour, who but only I,
And not a man of thein brings other news Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence;
Than they have learn'd of nie; From Rumour's Whilst the big year, swol'n with some other
They bring smooth comforts false, worse than Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,
(Exit And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures ;
ACT I. And of so easy and so plain a stop, That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, SCENE 1.:- The same.--The Porter before the Che still-discordant wavering multitude,
Gate; Enter Lord BARDOLPK.
Where is the earl?
Bara. Tell thou the earl,
He was some hilding* fellow, that had stol'n That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here. The borse he rode on; and, upon any lile, Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more
North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title
leaf, Bard. Here comes the earl.
Fortells the nature of a tragic volume : North. What news, lord Bardolpli? every So looks the strond, whereon the imperious minute now
Hath left a witness'u usurpation.tShould be the father of some stratagem:*
Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury? The times are wild; contention, like a horse Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask,
Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord ; And bears down all before him.
To fright our party. Berd. Noble earl,
North. How doth my son, and brother? I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cbeek North. Good, an heaven will !
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Burd. As good as heart can wish:- Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, The king is almost wounded to the death ; So clull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, And, in the fortune of my lord your son, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, Prince Harry slain outright; and both the And would have told him, half his Troy was Blunts
burn'd: Kill’d by the hand of Douglas : young prince But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongne, And Westmoreland, and Statford, fled the field; And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it. And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk Sir This thou would’st say,-Your son did thus, Is prisoner to your son : 0, such a day, [John,
and thus, So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won, Your brother, thus; so fought the noble DougCame not, till now, to dignisy the times,
Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds: Since Cæsar's fortunes!
But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed, North. How is this deriv'd ?
Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, Saw you the field ? came you from Sbrewsbury? | Ending with-brother, son, and all are dead. Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, from thence; But, for my lord your son,
Tyet: A gentleman well bred, and of good name, North. Why, he is dead. That freely render'd me these news for true. See, what a ready tongue suspicion bath? North. Here comes my servant, Travers, He, that but fears the thing he would not whom I sent
[eyes, On Tuesday last to listen after news. Burd. My lord, 1 over-rode him on the way; That what he tear'd is chanced. Yet speak,
Hath, by instinct,, knowledge from others' And he is furnish'd with no certainties,
And I will take it as a sweet disgrace,
And make thee ric! for doing me such wron. North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come Mor. You are loo great to be by me gainsaid: with you?
Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain. Tra. My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd Norih. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's me back
dead. With joyful tidings; and, being better lors'd, I sce a strange confession in thine eye: (sin, Out-rode me. After him, came spurring hard, Thou shak'st thy head, and hold'st it fear or A gentleman almost forspentt with speed, To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so: That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied The tongue offends not, that reports his death : horse :
And he doth sin, that doth belie the dead; He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him Not he, which says the dead is not alive. I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury. Yet the first bringer of unwelcome new. He told me, that rebellion had bad luck, Hath but a losing office; and his tongue and that young Harry Percy's spur was cold; Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, With that, he gave his able horse the head, Remember'd knolling a departing friend. And, bending forward, struck his armed heels Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son i. Against the panting sides of his poor jade
dead. Up to the rowel-head; and, starting so,
Nor. I am sorry, I should force you to beHe seem'd in running to devour the way,
lieve 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 outOf Hotspur, coldspur? that rebellion
breath'd Had met ill-luck!
To Harry Moninouth : whose swift wrath Burd. My lord, I'll tell you what;
beat down If my young lord your son have not the day, The never-daunted Percy to the earth, [up. Upon mine honour, for a silken point:
From whence with life ne never more sprung I'll give my barony: never talk of it.
In few,ş his death (whose spirit lent a fire North. Why should the gentleman, that rode Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,) by Travers,
Being bruitedll once, took fire and heat away Give then such instances of loss ?
* Hilderling, base, cowardly. Bard. Who, he ?
+ An attetation of its ravage.
I Return of blows. In few words | Reported. • Important or dreadful event, + Exhausted.
From the best temper'd courage in his troops : ; Of wounds, and scars; and that his forwarc For from his metal was his party steel'd;
[rang'd; Which once in him abated, all the rest
Wonld liit him where most trade of danger iurn’d on themselves, like dull and heavy Yet did you say,-Go forth; and none of this, And as the thing that's heavy in itself, [lead. Though strongly apprehended, could restrain Cpon enforcement, flies with greatest speed; The scifi-berne action: What hath then beSo did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,
fallen, Lend to this weight such lightness with their Or what hath this bold enterprize brought furth, fear,
More than that being which was like to be? That arrow's fled not swifter toward their aim, Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss, Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, Knew that we ventur’d on such dangerous seas, Fly from the field : Then was that noble Wor. That, if we wrought out lite, 'twas ten to one.
And yet we venturd, for the gain propos'd Too soon ta'en prisoner: and that furious Scot, Chok'd the respect of likely peril fear'd; The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring And, since we are o'erset, venture again. silord
[king, Come, we will all put forth; body, and goods. Had tl.ree times slain the appearance of the Mor. 'Tis more than time: And, my most 'Gan vail* his stoniach, and did grace the
noble lurd, shame
(night, I hear fur certain, and do speak the truil, Of those that turn'd their backs; and, in his The gentle archbishop of York is up, Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of' all With well-appointed powers; * he is a man, 1,—that the king hath won; and hath sent out Who with a double surety binds his followers. A speedy power to encounter you, my lord, My lord your son had oniy but the corps, Under the conduct of young Lancaster, But shadows, and the shows of men, to tight: And Westmoreland: this is the news at full. For that sanie word, rebellion, did divide North. For this I shail have time enough to The action of their bodies from their souls; mourn.
And they did fight with queasiness, t conIn poison there is physic; and these news,
strain'd, Having been well, that would have made me As men drink potions; that their weapons only sick,
(well: Seem'd on our side, but, for their spirits and Being sick, have in some measure made me
souls, And as the wretch, whose fever-weakeu'd This word, rebellion, it had froze them up, joints,
As fish are in a pond: But now the bishop Like strengthless hinges, buckle under lise, Turns insurrection to religion : Inpatient of his fit, breaks like a fire
Suppos’d sincere and holy in his thoughts, Out of his keeper's arms; even so my limbs, He's follow'd both with body and with mind; Vieaken'd with grief, being now enrag'd with And doth enlarge his rising with the blood grief,
Of fair king Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret Are thrice themselves: hence therefore, thou
stones. nicet crutch;
Derives from heaven his quarrel, and his cause; A scaly gauntiet now, with joints of steel, Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land, Must glove this handi and hence, thou sickly | Gasping for life under great Bulingbroke; quoit,:
And more, and less, du flock to tollow him. Thou art a guard too wanton for the head, North. I knew of this before; but, to speak Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to
This present grief hath wip'd it from my mind. Now bind ny brows with iron; and approach | Goin with me; and counsel every man The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare The aptest way for safety, and revenge: bring,
Get posts, and letters, and make friends with To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland!
speed; Let heaven kiso earth! Now let not nature's Never so few, and never yet more need. hand
(Exeunt. Keep the wild flood confin'd! let order die! And let this world no longer be a stage,
SCENE II.-London.-A Street. To feed contention in a lingering act;
Enter Sir Jorn Falstaff, with his Page But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
bouring his Sword and Buckler. Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set On bloody courses, the rude scene may end,
Ful. Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor And darkness be the burier of the dead!
to my water? Tru. This strained passion duth you wrong, good healthy water:' but, for the party that
Page. He said, Sir, the water itself was a Ewrd. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from owed it, he might have niore diseases than be
knew for. your honour. Mor. The lives of all your loving complices
Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird|| al Lean on your health; the which, if you give clay, man, is not able to vent any thing that
me: The brain of this foolish-compounded To stormy passion, must perforce decay., [o'er tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is inYou cast the event of war, my noble lord, And summ'd the account of chance, before you but the cause that wit is in other men.
vented on me: I am not only witty in myself,
I do said,Let us make head. It was your presurmise,
here walk before thee, like a sow, that hath
If the atat in the doleġ of blows your son night overwhelmed all her litter but one.
prince put thee into niy service for any other drop: You knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge,
reason than to set me oil, why then I have no More likely to fall in, than to get o'er :
judgement. Thou whoreson mandrahe, I thou You were advis'd, his flesh was capable