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? Doug. Here. Hot. This, Douglas? no, I know this face full well: A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt; Semblably 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. West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your tent. P. John. We breathe too long:-Come, cousin West 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: [Exeunt. Lends mettle to us all! 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 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 Fal. O Hal, I pr'ythee, give me leave to breathe à 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. 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. || O, this boy Alarums. Enter Douglas. [Exiti 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, That counterfeit'st the person of a king? K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heart, So many of his shadows 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 like Never to hold it up again! the spirits Of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: It is the Prince of Wales, that threatens thee; Who never promiseth, but he means to pay. [They fight; Douglas flies: Cheerly, my lord; How fares your grace?— Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much injury, Nor can one England brook a double reign, Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I 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. [Stabbing him.] with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me. [Takes Hotspur on his back. Re-enter Prince Henry and Prince John. P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast thou flesh'd Thy maiden sword. 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 bleeding Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you shall find Upon the ground.----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 robb'd me of my youth. Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; [Dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee well, great heart! Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! Is room enough:-This earth, that bears thee dead, I should not make so dear a show of zeal :- [He sees Falstaff on the ground, What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, Farewell! I could have better spar'd a better man. O, I should have a heavy miss of thee, [Exit. Fal. [Rising slowly.] Embowelled! if thou embowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder me, and eat me too, tomorrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no counterfeit: To die, is to be a counterfeit; for he is but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life of a man: but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed. The better part of valour is-discretion; in the which better part, I have saved my life. 'Zounds, I am afraid of this gunpowder Percy, though he be dead: How, if he should counterfeit too, and rise? I am afraid, he would prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll make him sure: yea, and I'll swear I killed him. Why may not he rise, as well as I? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore, sirrah, Art thou alive? or is it phantasy That plays upon our eyesight? I prythee, speak; Fal. No, that's certain; I am not a double man: but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is Percy: [Throwing the body down.] if your father will do me any honour, so; if not, let him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either earl or duke, I can assure you. P. Hen. Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw thee dead. Fal. Did'st thou ?-Lord, lord, how this world is giv. en to lying!-I grant you, I was down, and out of breath; and so was he: but we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If I may be believed, so; if not, let them, that should reward valour, bear the sin upon their own heads. I'll take it upon my death, I gave him this wound in the thigh: if the man were alive, and would deny it, I would make him eat a piece of my sword. P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard. P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother John.Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. [A retreat is sounded. The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours. [Exeunt Prince Henry and Prince John. Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. [Exit, bearing off the body. SCENE V. Another part of the field. The Trumpets sound. Enter King Henry, Prince Henry, Prince John, Westmoreland, and Others, with Worcester, and Vernon, prisoners. K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.- If, like a christian, thou had'st truly borne Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to; K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon too: Other offenders we will pause upon. [Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds, Even in the bosom of our adversaries. K. Hen. Then this remains,-that we divide our power. You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, [Exeunt OPEN Rumour. your ears; For which of you will stop That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his troops, And that the king before the Douglas' rage |