Enter another Messenger. Mess. My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace. Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale, For I profess not talking; only this Let each man do his best: and here draw I [The trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt. SCENE III. Plain near Shrewsbury. Excursions and Parties fighting. Alarum to the Battle. Then Enter DOUGLAS and BLUNT, meeting. Blunt. What is, thy name, that in the battle thus Doug. Know, then, my name is Douglas; And I do haunt thee in the battle thus, Because some tell me that thou art a king. Blunt. They tell thee true. 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 triumphed 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 furnished like the king himself. Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes! A borrowed title hast thou bought too dear. Hot. Up, and away; Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. [Exeunt. Other Alarums. Enter FALSTAFF. 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 honor 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 Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff P. Hen. He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I pr'ythee, 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'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 honor as sir Walter hath. Give me life; which if I can save, so; if not, honor comes unlooked for, and there's an end. [Exit SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field. Alarums: Ex cursions. Enter the KING, PRINCE HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, and WEST. K. Hen. I pr'ythee, MORELAND. Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much.- P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. 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 Heaven forbid a shallow scratch should drive The prince of Wales from such a field as this; And rebels' arms triumph in massacres! P. John. We breathe too long.- Come, cousin Westmoreland, Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come. [Exeunt P. 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. P. Hen. Lends mettle to us all! O, this boy Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS. [Exit. Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads; I am the Douglas, fatal to all those That wear those colors on them.- What art thou, 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; 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 the Who never promiseth, but he means to pay. [They fight; DOUGLAS flies. And showed 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 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 the name. Why, then I see I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere; To end the one of us; and 'would to God P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee; 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; They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my flesh :But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy, But that the earthy and cold hand of death Lies on my tongue.- No, Percy, thou art dust, And food for [Dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well, great heart! Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk! A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now, two paces of the vilest earth 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. [Exit. Fal. [Rising slowly.] Embowelled! if thou embowel me VOL. II.-30 |