Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff Whose deaths are unrevenged. Pr'ythee, lend me thy sword. Fal. O Hal, 1 pr'ythee 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 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. 2 [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.3— Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him. 1 "Turk Gregory" means 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. 2 A rasher or collop of meat cut crosswise for the gridiron. 3 History says that the prince was wounded in the face by an arrow. P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. And Heaven forbid a shallow scratch should drive 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. K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point, Of such an ungrown warrior.1 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 colors on them.-What art thou, K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heart, 1 "- the earle of Richmond withstood his violence, and kept him at the sword's point, without advantage, longer than his companions eíther thought or judged."-Holinshed, p. 759. So many of his snadows thou hast met, Doug. I fear thou art another counterfeit ; [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: [They fight; DOUGLAS flies. And showed thou mak'st some tender of my life, P. Hen. O Heaven! 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; K. Hen. Make up to Clifton; I'll to sir Nicholas Enter HOTSPur. [Exit KING HENRY. 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. 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; Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come I'll crop, to make a garland for my head. 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.1 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; 1 Shakspeare had no authority for making Hotspur fall by the hand of the prince. Holinshed says, "The king slew that day with his own hand six and thirty persons of his enemies. The other of his party, encouraged by his doings, fought valiantly, and slew the Lord Percy, called Henry Hotspur." Speed says that Percy was killed by an unknown hand. 2 Hotspur, in his last moments, endeavors to console himself. The But that the earthy and cold hand of death [Dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy. Fare thee Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk! 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 :- [He sees FALSTAFF on the ground. What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh [Exit. Fal. [Rising slowly.] Embowelled! if thou embowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder1 me, glory of the prince wounds his thoughts, but thought, being dependent on life, must cease with it, and will soon be at an end. Life, on which thought depends, is itself of no great value, being the fool and sport of time; of time which, with all its dominion over sublunary things, must itself at last be stopped.-Johnson. 1 His scarf, with which he covers Percy's face. 2 Thus the folio. The quartos read ignominy. 3 To embowel was the old term for embalming the body, as was usually done by those of persons of rank. 4 Salt. |