Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king.

Hot. Where?

Doug. Here.

goes:

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, whither it
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,

Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free2 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 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 thy sword:

Stand full fairly, &c.] Have a right fair chance of winning the day.

2 Shot-free.] Without paying shot, or proportion of reckoning.

Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,

Whose deaths are unrevenged. Prithee, lend me thy sword. Fal. O Hal, I prithee, give me leave to breathe a while. -Turk Gregory1 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 prithee, 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 it 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 carbonado2 of me. I like not such grinning honour 3 as sir Walter hath. Give me life; which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes unlooked for, and there's an end.

SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field.

[Exit.

Alarums. Excursions. Enter the KING, PRINCE HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, and WESTMORELAND.

K. Hen. I prithee,

Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much :-
Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.

1 Turk Gregory.] Hildebrand, Pope Gregory VII., is here called Turk, in order to heap hated epithets upon him.

2 A carbonado.] A slice of flesh or fowl scored for broiling. See the Editor's Coriolanus, p. 113, note 2.

Grinning honour.] Alluding to the distortion of the features by death.

P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
P. Hen. I beseech your majesty, make up,'

Lest

your retirement do amaze your friends.

K. Hen. I will do so :

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 God forbid, a shallow scratch should drive

The Prince of Wales from such a field as this,
Where stained nobility lies trodden on,

And rebels' arms triumph in massacres !

P. John. We breathe too long:-come, cousin West

moreland,

Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come.

[Exeunt PRINCE JOHN and WESTMORELAND,

P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster; I did not think thee lord of such a spirit: Before, I loved 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.

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,

Make up.] Go forward.

G

So many of his shadows thou hast met,
And not the very king. I have two boys
Seek Percy and thyself about the field:
But seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily,
I will assay thee; so defend thyself.

Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit;
And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king:
But mine, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be,
And thus I win thee.

[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 valiant 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,
And so hath Clifton; I'll to Clifton straight.
K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while :-
Thou hast redeemed thy lost opinion;2
And showed thou mak'st some tender of my life,
In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.

P. Hen. O God, 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;
Which would have been as speedy in your end,
As all the poisonous potions in the world,
And saved the treacherous labour of your son.

1 Seek.] That seek.

2 Opinion.] Reputation. A frequent meaning formerly.

K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey. [Exit KING HENRY.

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.

A very valiant rebel of that name.

Why, then I see

I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,
To share with me in glory any more:

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere;
Nor can one England brook a double reign,
Of Harry Percy, and the Prince of Wales.
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 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.

Enter FALSTAFF.

[They fight.

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;