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For I profess not talking; Only this-
[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 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.
Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought
Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;
[They fight, and BLUNT is slain.
Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,
Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king.
Hot. This, Douglas? no, I know this face full well:
Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!
Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats.
Hot. Up, and away;
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.
*I.c. wagered against.
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 mine 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 unrevenged: 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. sword, I pr'ythee.
Lend me thy
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 carbonadot 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.
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 bleedst too much:-
P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
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.
*I. e. Pope Gregory VII.
† A piece of meat cut crossways for the gridiron.
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 PRINCE JOHN and WESTMORELAND.
K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point,
P. Hen. O, this boy
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,
K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas grieves at hèart,
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 Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: It is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee; Who never promiseth, but he means to pay.
Cheerly, my lord; How fares your grace?—
[They fight; DOUGLAS flies.
K. Hen. Stay, and breathe awhile:-
P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much injury,
K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey.
[Exit KING HENRY.
Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
P. Hen. Why, then I see
A very valiant rebel of the name.
I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,
Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come
P. Hen. I'll make it greater ere I part from thee;
Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities.
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 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:-
And time, that takes survey of all the world,
Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy,
P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee well, great heart!— Ill-weaved 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.
I should not make so dear a show of zeal :-
[He sees FALSTAFF on the ground. * Scarf.
What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh
Fal. [rising slowly]. Embowelled! if thou embowel me to.. I'll give you leave to po ert me and eat m too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit! I lie, I am no counterfeit: To die, is to be a counterfeit; for he is but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life of a man: but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed. The better part of valour is-discretion; in the which better part, I have saved my life. Zounds, I am afraid of this gunpowder Percy, though he be dead: How, if he should counterfeit too, and rise? I am afraid, he would prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll make him sure: yea, and I'll swear I killed him. Why may not he rise, as well as I? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore, sirrah [stabbing him, with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me.
[Takes HOTSPUR on his back. Re-enter PRINCE HENRY, and PRINCE JOHN.
P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast thou fleshed Thy maiden sword.
P. John. But, soft! whom have we here?
Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead?
P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless and bleeding Upon the ground.-
Art thou alive, or is it fantasy
That plays upon our eyesight? I pr'ythee, speak;
Fal. No, that's certain; I am not a double man: but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is Percy [throwing the body down]: if your father will do me any honour, so; if not, let him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either earl or duke, I can assure you.
P. Hen. Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw thee dead. Fal. Didst thou ?-Lord, lord, how this world is given to lying!-I grant you, I was down, and out of breath; and so was he: but we arose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If I may be believed, so; if not, let them, that should reward valour, bear the sin upon their own heads. I'll take it upon my death, I gave him this wound in the thigh: if the man were alive and would deny it, I would make him eat a piece of my sword.
* I. e. for embalming.