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Enter Hotspur.

West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your tenti Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon P. Hen. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help: thus,

And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive I never had triumphed upon a Scot.

The prince of Wales from such a field as this; Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the || Where staind nobility lies trodden on, king.

And rebels' arms triumph in massacres! He. Where?

P. John. We breathe too long :-Come, cousin WestDoug. Here.

moreland, Het. This, Douglas? no, I know this face full well: Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come. A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;

[Excunt Prince John and Westmoreland. Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.

P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiy'd me, Lan. Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!

caster, A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear.

I did not think thee lord of such a spirit: Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king? Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John;

Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats. But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats ; K, Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point, Mi murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,

With lustier maintenance than I did look for Until I meet the king.

of such an ungrown warrior. Het. Up and away;

P. Hen.

O, this boy Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. [Exeunt. || Lends mettle to us all!

[Exit: Other Alarums. Enter Falstaff.

Alarums. Enter Douglas. Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads: fear the shot bere; here's no scoring, but upon the I am the Douglas, fatal to all those pate.-Soft! who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt; That wear those colours on them. What art thou, there's honour for you: here's no vanity!-I am as That counterfeit'st the person of a king? hot as molten lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves out of me! I need no more weight than mine own at heart, bowels.-I have led my raggamuffins where they are so many of his shadows thou hast met, peppered; there's but three of my hundred and fifty | And not the very king. I have two boys, left alive; and they are for the town's end, to beg Seek Percy, and thyself, about the field : during life. But who comes here?

But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily,
Enter Prince Henry.

I will assay thee ; so defend thyself.
P. Hen. What, stand’st thou idle here? lend me thy || And yet, in faith, thou bear`st thee like a king:

Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit;
Many a nobleinan lies stark and stiff

But mine, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be,

And thus I win thee.
Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
Whose deaths are unreveng'd: Pr'ythee, lend thy

[They fight; the King being in danger, enter

Prince Henry. sword.

P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like Fal. O Hal, I pr'ythee, give me leave to breathe à

Never to hold it up again ! the spirits while -Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms,

of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, I have

It is the Prince of Wales, that threatens thee; made him sure.

Who never promiseth, but he means to pay.-P. Hen. He is, indeed ; and living to kill thee.

[They fight; Douglas flick: Lend me thy sword, I prythee. Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou Cheerly, mý lord ; How fares your grace ?

Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.

And so hath Clifton; Ell to Clifton straight. P. Hen. Give it me: What, is it in the case ?

K. Hen. Stay, and breathe awhile :Fak Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will

Thou bast redeem'd thy lost opinion; sack a city. (The Prince draws out a bottle of sack.

And show'd, thou mak'st some tender of my life, P. Hen. What, is't a time to jest and dally now?

In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me. [Throws it at him, and exit.

P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much injury, Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he

That ever said, I hearken'd for your death. do come in my way, so: if he do not, if I came in his,

If it were so, I might have let alone willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like not

The insulting hand of Douglas over you ; such grinning honour as sir Walter hath: Give me

Which would have been as speedy in your end, life : which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes an

As all the poisonous potions in the world, looked for, and there's an end.


And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son. SCENE IV.- Another part of the Field.

Alarums. K. Hon. Make up to Clifton, i'll to sir Nicholas Excursions, Enter the King, Prince Henry, Prince


[Exit King Henry. John, and Westmoreland.

Enter Hotspur. K. Hen. I pr'ythee,

Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much: P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name. Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.

Hot. My name is Harry Percy. P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. P. Hen.

Why, then I see P. Henr. I do beseech your majesty, make up, A very valiant rebel of the name. Last your retirernent do amaze your friends.

I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,
K. Hen. I will do so :-

To share with me in glory any more:
My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere ;

Nor can one England brook a double reign,

[Stabbing him.) with a new wound in your thigh, of Harry Perey, and the Prince of Wales.

come you along with me. [Takes Hotspur on his back. Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come

Re-enter Prince Henry and Prince John. To end the one of us; and 'would to God, Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!

P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast thou

fleshd P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee And all the budding honours on thy crest

Thy maiden sword. I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.

P.John. But, soft! whom have we here? Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. [They fight.

Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead?

P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless and Enter Falstaff.

bleeding Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you shall find | Upon the ground. no boy's play here, I can tell you.

Art thou alive? or is it phantasy Enter Douglas; he fights with Falstaff, who falls down That plays upon our eyesight? I prythee, speak; as if he were dead, and exit Douglas. Hotspur is

We will not trust our eyes, without our ears :wounded, and falls.

Thou art not what thou seem'st. Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth.

Fal. No, that's certain ; I am not a double man : but I better brook the loss of brittle life,

if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;

Perey : [Throwing the body down.] if your father will They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my

do me any honour, so; if not, let him kill the next flesh :

Percy himself. I look to be either earl or duke, I can

assure you. But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; And time, that takes survey of all the world,

P. Hen. Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw thee

dead. Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy, But that the earthy and cold land of death

Fal. Did'st thou ?-Lord, lord, how this world is give Lies on my tongue :-No, Percy, thou art dust,

en to lying !-I grant you, I was down, and out of And food for


breath ; and so was he: but we rose both at an instant, P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee well,

and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If I may great heart !

be believed, so; if not, let them, that should reward Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! valour, bear the sin upon their own heads. I'll take When that this body did contain a spirit,

it upon 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 it, I would make But now, two paces of the vilest earth

him eat a piece of my sword. Is room enough :-This earth, that bears thee dead, P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard. Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.

P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother John. If thou 'wert sensible of courtesy,

Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: I should not make so dear a show of zeal :

For my part, is a lie may do thee grace, But let my favours hide thy mangled face;

I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. And, even in thy bebalf, I'll thank myself

[A retreat is sounded. For doing these fair rites of tenderness.

The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours. Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven! Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field, Thy ignomy sleep with thee in the grave,

To see what friends are living, who are dead. But not remember'd in thy epitaph!

[Excunt Prince Henry and Prince John (He sees Falstaff on the ground,

Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that What! old acquaintance ! could not all this filesh

rewards me, God reward him ! If I do grow great, I'll Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, Farewell!

grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live I could bave better spar'd a better man.

cleanly, as a nobleman should do. O, I should have a heavy miss of thee,

[Exit, bearing off the body. If I were much in love with vanity. Death hath not struck so fat a deer today,

SCENE V.- Another part of the field. The Trumpets Though many dearer, in this bloody fray:

sound. Enter King Henry, Prince Henry, Prince Embowell'd will I see thee by and by ;

John, Westmoreland, and Others, with Worcester, Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. [Exit.

and Vernon, prisoners. Fal. (Rising slowly.) Embowelled ! if thou embow. K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.el me today, I'll give you leave to powder me, and eat I'll spirited Worcester! did we not send grace, me too, tomorrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time to counterfeil, || Pardon, and terms of love to all of you? or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot | And would'st thou turn our offers contrary? too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no counterfeit: To die, Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust? is to be a counterfeit; for he is but the counterfeit of Three knights upon our party slain today, a man, who hath not the life of a man : but to counter A noble carl, and many a creature else, feit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no coun Had been alive this hour, terfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed. If, like a christian, thou had'st truly borne The better part of valour is-discretion ; in the which Betwixt our armies true intelligence. better part, I have saved my life. 'Zounds, I am afraid Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to ; of this gunpowder Percy, though he be dead : How, if And I embrace this fortune patiently, he should counterfeit too, and rise? I am afraid, he Since not to be avoided it falls on me. would prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll

K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Verdon make him sure: yea, and I'll swear I killed him. too: Why may not he rise, as well as I? Nothing confutes Other offenders we will pause upon.ure but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore, sirrah,

[Excunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded.

How goes the field?

P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when he saw The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, The noble Percy slain, and all his men Upon the foot of fear,-fled with the rest ; And, falling from a bill, he was so bruisid, That the pursuers took him. At my tent The Douglas is ; and I beseech your grace, I may dispose of him. K. Hen.

With all my heart. P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you This honourable bounty shall belong : Go to the Douglas, and deliver him Up to his pleasure, ransomeless, and free: His valour, shown upon our crests today,

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

You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland,
Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest speed,
To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop,
Who, as we hear, are busily in arins :
Myself, and you, son Harry,-will towards Wales,
To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March.
Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,
Meeting the check of such another day:
And since this business so fair is done,
Let us not leave till all our own be won.


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King Henry the Fourth :
Henry, Prince of Wales, afterwards

King Henry V;
Thomas, Duke of Clarence;
Prince John of Lancaster, afterwards

>his sons. (2 Henry 1.) Duke of Bedford; Prince Humphrey of Gloster, after

wards (2 Henry ř.) Duke of Gloster;}
Earl of Warwick;
Earl of Westmoreland ; of the king's party.
Gower; Harcourt;
Lord Chief Justice of the king's bench.
A Gentleman attending on the chief justice.
Earl of Northumberland;
Scroop, Archbishop of York;
Lord Mowbrayi
Lerd Hastings;

enemies to the king.
Lord Bardolph:
Sir John Colevile;
Travers and Morton, domestics of Northumberland.

Falstaff, Bardolph, Pistol, and Page.
Poins and Peto, attendants on Prince Henry.
Shallow and Silence, country justices.
Davy, servant to Shallow.
Mouldy, Shadow, Wart, Feeble, and Bulcalf, recruits.
Fang and Snare, sheriff's officers.
A Porter.
A Dancer, speaker of the Epilogue.
Lady Northumberland.
Lady Percy.
Hostess Quickly.
Doll Tear-sheet.

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Lords and other Attendants; Officers, Soldiers, Mes

senger, Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, &c.



And that the king before the Douglas' rage
Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death.
This bave I rumour'd through the peasant towns
Between that royal field of Shrewsbury
And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone,
Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland,
Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on,
And not a man of them brings other news
Than they have learn'd of me; From Rumour'stongues
They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true



Markworth. Before Northumberland's Castle. Enter Rumour, painted full of tongues.

Rumour. OPEN your ears ; For which of you will stop The vent of hearing, when loud Rurnour speaks? L, from the orient to the drooping west, Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold The acts commenced on this ball of earth : Upon my tongues continual slanders ride; The which in every language I pronounce, Scuffing the ears of men with false reports. I speak of peace, while covert enmity, Under the smile of safety, wounds the world : And who but Rumour, who but only I, Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence ; Whilst the big year, swol'n with some other grief, Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe Blown by surrnises, jealousies, conjectures ; And of so easy and so plain a stop, That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it. But what need I thus My well-known body to anatomize Among my household ? Why is Rumour here? I run before king Harry's victory; Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury, Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his troops, Quenching the flame of bold rebellion Even with the rebels' blood. But what mean I To speak so true at first ? my office is To noise abroad, -that Harry Monmouth fell Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword;

SCENE 1.-The same. The Porter before the gate;

Enter Lord Bardolph.

Bardolph. WHO keeps the gate here, ho ?-Where is the earl? Port. What shall I say you are? Bard.

Tell tbou the earl, That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here.

Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the orchard ; Please it your honour, knock but at the gate, And he himself will answer.

Enter Northumberland. Bard.

Here comes the earl, North. What news, lord Bardolph ? every minute

Should be the father of some stratagem:
The times are wild; contention, like a horse
Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,
And bears down all before bim.

Noble earl,
I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury,

North. Good, an heaven will!

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