P. Hen. What, is 't a time to jest and dally [Throws it at him, and exit. now? : 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. SCENE IV.-Another Part of the Field. Alarums. Excursions. Enter the KING, Prince HENRY, Prince JOHN, and WESTMORELAND. K. Hen. I pr'ythee, Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much.— Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him. P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too P. Hen. I do 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 Heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive The Prince of Wales from such a field as this, And rebels' arms triúmph in massacres ! P. John. We breatle too long.-Come, cousin Westmoreland, Our duty this way lies: for God's sake, come. [Exeunt Prince JOHN and WESTMORELAND. P. Hen. By God, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster, I did not think thee lord of such a spirit: 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 [Exit. Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS 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, And not the very king. I have two boys Doug. I fear thou art another counterfeit, [They fight: the KING being in danger, re-enter Prince HENRY. P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like Never to hold it up again! the spirits [They fight: DOUGLAS flies. Thou hast redeemed thy lost opinion; 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 The insulting hand of Douglas over you, Gawsey. 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. 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. Re-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 thoughts the slaves of life, and life time's fool, But that the earthy and cold hand of death Lies on my tongue :-no, Percy, thou art dust, [Dies |