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Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the king.
Hot. Did you beg any? heaven forbid !

Wor. I told him gently of our grievances,
Of his oath-breaking ; which he mended thus,
By now forswearing that he is forsworn.
He calls us, rebels, traitors; and will scourge
With haughty arms this hateful name in us.
The prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the king,
And, nephew, challeng’d you to single fight.

Hot. O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads ; And that no man might draw short breath to-day, But I, and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me, How show'd his talking ? seem'd it in contempt?

Ver. No, by my soul; I never in my life
Did hear a challenge urg'd' more modestly,
Unless a brother should a brother dare
To gentle exercise and proof of arms.
He gave you all the duties of a man ;

Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue;
Spoke your deservings like a chronicle,
Making you ever better than his praise ;
And, which became him like a prince indeed,
He made a blushing cital of himself ;
And chid his truant youth with such a grace,
As if he master'd there a double spirit,
Of teaching, and of learning, instantly.
There did he pause: But let me tell the world,
If he out-live the envy of this day,
England did never owe so sweet a hope,
So much misconstrued in his wantonness.

Hot. Cousin, I think thou art enamoured
Upon his follies.
But, be be as he will, yet once ere night
I will embrace him with a soldier's armi,
That he shall shrink under my courtesy.

Enter Earl of Douglas, Doug. Arm, gentlemen, to arms! for I have thrown A brave defiance in king Henry's teeth,

And Westmoreland, that was engag'd, did bear it;
Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on.

Hot. Arm, árm with speed !
O, gentlemen, the time of life is short;
To spend that shortness basely, were too long,
If life did ride upon a dial's point,
Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
An if we live, we live to tread on kings;
If die, brave death, when princes die with us !

Enter RABY. Rab. 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. Sound all the lofty instruments of war, And by that music let us all embrace: For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall A second time do such a courtesy,

(The drums, trumpets, &c. sound. They embrace. Now,— Esperanza !-Percy !—and set on. Trumpets, Druns, &c.

[Exeunt. , SCENE III. The Field of Battle near Shrewsbury.

Alarums. Enter Earl of Douglas, and Sir Walter BLUNT.

Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek Upon my head?

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.

Doúg. 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,

Alarums.They fight.BLUNT is slain.

Enter HOTSPUR. Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon

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. Up, and away; Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.

Alarums. [Exeunt Hotspur and DOUGLAS,

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, -Heaven keep lead out of me! I need no more weight than mine own bowels. I have led my raggamụffins where they are pepper'd: there's not 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 HENRY, Prince of Wales, with his sword

broken. 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: lend me 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. I pr’ythee, lend me thy sword.

Fal. Nay, 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; 't is hot, 't is 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 daily now?

[The Prince throws it at him, and exit. Fal. 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 unlook'd for, and there's an end. Alarums.

[Exit. SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field of Battle. Alarums. Excursions. Enter HENRY, Prince of

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 barry Percy.

P. Hen. Why, then I see
A very valiant rebel of the name.

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I am the prince of Wales ; and think not, Percy,
To share with me in glory any more :
Two stars keep not their inotion 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 heaven,
Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!

Þ. 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.

[They fight. Enter FALSTAFF. Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal !--Nay, you shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. Enter Earl of DouGLAS; he strikes at FALSTAFF, who

falls down, as if he were dead.-Exit Douglas. Percy is wounded, and falls. Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb'd 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 :
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

[Hotspur dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee well,

great heart!
Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk !
When that this body did contain a spirit,
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, - Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!

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