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To spend that shortness basely, were too long,
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 A sword, whose temper I intend to stain With the best blood that I can meet withal In the adventure of this perilous day. Now,-Esperance !:--Percy!-and set on.Sound all the lofty instruments of war, And by that musick let us all embrace: For, heaven to earth,' some of us never shall A second time do such a courtesy.
[The Trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt.
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 Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek
8 Now,-Esperance!) This was the word of battle on Percy's side, and has always been the motto of the Percy family.
For; heaven to earth,] i, e, one might wager heaven to earth. Upon my
Know then; my name is Douglas;
Blunt. They tell thee true.
Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;
[They fight, and BLUNT is slain.
Enter HOTSPUR. Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holme
don 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 !
Hot. The king hath many marchings in his coats.
Semblably furnish'd, &c.] i.e. in' resemblance, alike.
Up, and away; Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.
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 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 my 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 Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies, Whose deaths are unreveng'd : Pr’ythee, lend thy
sword. Fal. O Hal, I pr’ythee, give me leave to breathe a 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 pry’thee.
Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive
Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms,] Meaning Gregory the Seventh, called Hildebrand.
This furious friar surmounted almost invincible obstacles to deprive the Emperor of his right of investiture of bishops, which his predecessors had long attempted in vain. Fox, in his History, hath made Gregory so odious, that I don't doubt but the good protestants of that time were well pleased to hear him thus characterized, as uniting the attributes of their two great enemies, the Turk and Pope, in one.
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 carbonadoof 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.
Another Part of the Field.
Alarums. Excursions. Enter the King, Prince
HENRY, Prince JOHN, and WESTMORELAND.
K. Hen. I pr’ythee,
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 will lead you to your
tent. P. Hen. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your
a carbonado of me.] A carbonado is a piece of meat cut G'oss-wise for the gridiron.
And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive
Exeunt Prince John, and WESTMORELAND.
o, this boy,
Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS.
Doug. Another King! they grow like Hydras'
What art thou,
Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit;