Hot. Up, and away; Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. [Exeunt. 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 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 pr'ythee. 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. SCENE IV.-Another part of the field. Alarums. Excursions. Enter the King, Prince HENRY, Prince John, and WESTMORELAND. K. Hen. I pr'ythee, much : Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too 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 will 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 P. John. We breathe too long :-Come, cousin Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come. Exeunt Prince John and Westmoreland. P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, I did not think thee lord of such a spirit: 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. O, this boy Lends mettle to us all! Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS. [Exit. 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, Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit; And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king: But mine, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be, ❘ But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; And thus I win thee. Never to hold it up again! the spirits K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while :- P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much injury, That ever said, I hearken'd for your death. 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. 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 Enter FALSTAFF. [They fight. And time, that takes survey of all the world, P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. [He sees Falstaff on the ground. [Erit. Fal. Rising slowly.] Embowell'd! if thou embowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder me, and eat me 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 kill'd him. Why may not he rise, as well as I? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore, your thigh, come you along with me. Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you sirrah, Stabbing him.] with a new wound in shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. [Takes Hotspur on his back. P. Hen. I did, I saw him dead, breathless, Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace, 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 ofmy 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 bleeding, Upon the ground. Art thou alive? or is it phantasy That plays upon our eye-sight? I pr'ythee, speak; We will not trust our eyes, without our ears :Thou art not what thou seem'st. 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 kill'd 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 rose 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. P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard. P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours. [Exeunt Prince Henry and Prince John. Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. Exit, bearing off the body. SCENE V.-Another part of the field. The trumpets sound. Enter King HENRY, Prince HENRY, Prince JOHN, WESTMORELAND, and Others, with WORCESTER, and VERNON, pri soners. K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke. Pardon, and terms of love to all of you ? Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to; Other offenders we will pause upon.[Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. How goes the field? P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when he saw The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, K. Hen. With all my heart. P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you This honourable bounty shall belong : Go to the Douglas, as, and deliver him Up to his pleasure, ransomeless, and free: His valour, shown upon our crests to-day, Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds, Even in the bosom of our adversaries. K. Hen. Then this remains, that we divide VOL. I. 21 My well-known body to anatomize To noise abroad, -that Harry Monmouth fell Among my household? Why is Rumour here? Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on, I run before king Harry's victory; And not a man of them brings other news Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury, Than they have learn'd of me; From Rumour's To speak so true at first? my office is SCENE I.-The same. ACT I. The Porter before the gate; Enter Lord BAR DOLPH. Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho?-Where is the earl? Port. What shall I say you are? Please it your honour, knock but at the gate, And he himself will answer. That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here. Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the orchard; Enter NORTHUMBERLAND. With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd, Out-rode me. After him, came, spurring hard, A gentleman almost forespent with speed, Bard. Here comes the earl. North. What news, lord Bardolph? every That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse: minute now Should be the father of some stratagem: The times are wild; contention, like a horse Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, And bears down all before him. Bard. Noble earl, I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. Bard. As good as heart can wish :- North. How is this deriv'd? Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury? Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came from thence; |