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For treason is but trusted like the fox ;

Of any prince, so wild, at liberty:Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish’d, and lock'd up, But, be he as he will, yet once ere night Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.

I will embrace him with a soldier's arm, Look how we can, or sad, or merrily,

That he shall shrink under my courtesy. Interpretation will misquote our looks ;

Arm, arm, with speed: - And, fellows, soldiers, And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,

friends, The better cherish'd, still the nearer death.

Better consider what you have to do, My nephew's trespass may be well forgot,

Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue, It hath the excuse of youth, and heat of blood; Can lift your blood up with persuasion. And an adopted name of privilege, A hare-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen :

Enter a Messenger. All his offences live upon my head,

Mess. My lord, here are letters for you. And on his father's; — we did train him on;

Hot. I cannot read them now. And, his corruption being ta'en from us,

O gentlemen, the time of life is short ; We, as the spring of all, shall pay for all.

To spend that shortness basely, were too long, Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know,

If life did ride upon a dial's point, In any case, the offer of the king.

Still ending at the arrival of an hour. Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say, 'tis so.

An if we live, we live to tread on kings; Here comes your cousin.

If die, brave death, when princes die with us!

Now for our conscience, – the arms are fair,
Enter Hotspur and Douglas; and Officers and When the intent of bearing them is just.
Soldiers, behind.

Enter another Messenger.
Hot. My uncle is return’d: – Deliver up
My lord of Westmoreland. — Uncle, what news ?

Mess. My lord, prepare ; the king comes on apace. Wor. The king will bid you battle presently.

Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale, Doug. Defy him by the lord of Westmoreland. For I profess not talking ; only this Hot. Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so.

Let each man do his best : and here draw I Doug. Marry, and shall, and very willingly.

A sword, whose temper I intend to stain

With the best blood that I can meet withal

[Exit. Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the king.

In the adventure of this perilous day. Hot. Did you beg any ? God forbid !

Now, · Esperance ! Percy ! — and set on. — Wor. I told him gently of our grievances,

Sound all the lofty instruments of war, Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus,

And by that musick let us all embrace: By now forswearing that he is forsworn :

For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge

A second time do such a courtesy. With haughty arms this hateful name in us

[The trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt. Re-enter Douglas.

SCENE III. - Plain near Shrewsbury. Doug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown

Excursions, and parties fighting. Alarum to the A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth,

battle. Then enter Douglas and Blunt, meeting. And Westmoreland, that was engag'd, did bear it; Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on. Thou crossest me? What honour dost thou seek Wor. The Prince of Wales stepp'd forth before Upon my head ? the king,

Doug. Know then, my name is Douglas; And, nephew, challeng'd you to single fight. And I do haunt thee in the battle thus,

Hot. 0, 'would the quarrel lay upon our heads; Because some tell me that thou art a king.
And that no man might draw short breath to-day, Blunt. They tell thee true.
But I, and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell

me, Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hatlı How show'd his tasking ? seem'd it in contempt?

bought Ver. No, by my soul; I never in my life, Thy likeness ; for, instead of thee, king Harry, Did hear a challenge urg'd more modestly,

The sword hath ended him : so shall it thee, Unless a brother should a brother dare

Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner. To gentle exercise and proof of arms.

Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot; He gave you all the duties of a man;

And thou shalt find a king that will revenge
Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue ; Lord Stafford's death.
Spoke your deservings like a chronicle ;

{They fight, and Blunt is slain. Making you ever better than his praise,

Enter Hotspur.
By still dispraising praise, valued with you :
And, which became him like a prince indeed,

Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon He made a blushing cital of himself ;

thus, And chid his truant youth with such a grace,

I never had triúmph'd upon a Scot. As if he master'd there a double spirit,

Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies Of teaching, and of learning, instantly.

the king. There did he pause; But let me tell the world, - Hot. Where? If he outlive the envy of this day,

Doug. Here. England did never owe so sweet a hope,

Hot. This, Douglas ? no, I know this face full So much misconstrued in his wantonness.

well : Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamoured A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt; Upon his follies; never did I hear

Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.

But now,

Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes ! The prince of Wales from such a field as this; A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear. Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on, Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king? And rebels' arms triúmph in massacres !

Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats. P. John. We breathe too long : Come, cousin Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his

Westmoreland, coats ;

Our duty this way lies ; for God's sake come. I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,

[Ereunt PRINCE John and WESTMORELAND. Until I meet the king.

P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, LanHot. Up, and away;

Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. (Exeunt. I did not think thee lord of such a spirit :

Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John;
Other Alarums. Enter Falstaff.

I do respect thee as my soul. Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point, I fear the shot here: here's no scoring, but upon the With lustier maintenance than I did look for pate. - Soft! who art thou ? Sir Walter Blunt; - Of such an ungrown warrior. there's honour for you : Here's no vanity !-I am as P. Hen.

O, this boy, hot as molten lead, and as heavy too : God keep | Lends mettle to us all.

[Erit. lead out of me! I need no more weight than my

Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS. own bowels.--I have led my raggamuffins where they are peppered: there's but three of my hundred Doug. Another King! they grow like Hydras' and fifty left alive; and they are for the town's end,

heads : to beg during life. But who comes here?

I am the Douglas, fatal to all those

That wear those colours on them. - What art thou, Enter PRINCE HENRY.

That counterfeit'st the person of a king ? P. Hen. What, stand'st thou idle here ? lend me K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grietes thy sword :

at heart, Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff

So many of his shadows thou hast met, Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,

And not the very king. I have two boys, Whose deaths are unreveng'd: Priythee, lend thy Seek Percy, and thyself, about the field : sword.

But, seeing thou fall’st on me so luckily, Fal. O Hal, I pr’ythee, give me leave to breathe I will assay thee; so defend thyself. awhile. -- Turk Gregory never did such deeds in Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit; arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, And yet, in faith, thou bear’st thee like a king : I have made him sure.

But mine, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be, P. Hen. He is, indeed : and living to kill thee. And thus I win thee. Lend me thy sword, I pr’ythee.

[They fight ; the King being in danger, enter Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive,

PRINCE HENRY. thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art thou wilt.

like P. Hen. Give it me: What, is it in the case ? Never to hold it up again ! the spirits

Fal. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will Of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms : sack a city.

It is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee; (The Prince draws out a bottle of sack. Who never promiseth, but he means to pay. P. Hen. What, is't a time to jest and dally now?

[They fight; Douglas flies. (Throws it at him, and exit. Cheerly, my lord ; How fares your grace ? Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, he do come in my way, so : if he do not, if I come And so hath Clifton ; I'll to Clifton straight. in his willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while : I like not such grinning honour as sir Walter hath : Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion ; Give me life: which if I can save, so; if not, ho- And show'd, thou mak'st some tender of my life, nour comes unlooked for, and there's an end. In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.

[Erit. P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much injury,

That ever said, I hearken'd for your death. SCENE IV. · Another part of the Field. If it were so, I might have let alone

The insulting hand of Douglas over you ; Alarums. Ercursions. Enter the King, PRINCE

Which would have been as speedy in your end, HENRY, FRINCE John, and WESTMORELAND.

As all the poisonous potions in the world, K. Hen. I pr’ythee,

And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son. Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much :- K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to sir Nicholas Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.


[Erit King HENRY P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up,

Enter HotSPUR. Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.

Hol. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Mon. K. Hen. I will do so :

mouth. My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your

Hot. My name is Harry Percy. P. Hen. Lead me, my lord ? I do not need your P. Hen.

Why, then I see help:


valiant rebel of the name. And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,



my flesh :

To share with me in glory any more :

gunpowder Percy, though he be dead : How, if he Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere; should counterfeit too, and rise? I am afraid, he Nor can one England brook a double reign, would prove the better counterfeit. Therefore l’il Of Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales.

make him sure: yea, and I'll swear I killed him. Hoi. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come Why may not he rise, as well as I ? Nothing conTo end the one of us; And 'would to God, futes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore, Thy name in arms were now as great as mine! sirrah, (stabbing him.] with a new wound in your

P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee; thigh, come you along with me. And all the budding honours on thy crest

[Takes Hotspur on his back. I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.

Re-enter PRINCE Henry and PRINCE John. Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities.

[They fight. P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast

thiou flesh'd Enter FalsTAFF.

Thy maiden sword. Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal ! - Nay, you P. John. But, soft! whom have we here? shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. Did you not tell me this fat man was dead? Enter Douglas; he fights with Falstaff, who falls

P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless and

bleeding down as if he were dead, and erit Douglas. Hotspur is wounded, and falls.

Upon the ground.

Art thou alive? or is it phantasy Hot. 0, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my That plays upon our eyesight? I pr’ythee, speak; youth:

We will not trust our eyes, without our ears : I better brook the loss of brittle life,

Thou art not what thou seem'st. Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;

Fal. No, that's certain ; I am not a double man: They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack.

There is Percy : [throwing the body down.] if your But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool ; father will do me any honour, so; if not, let him And time, that takes survey of all the world, kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either earl Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy,

or duke, I can assure you. But that the earthy and cold hand of death

P. Hen. Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw Lies on my tongue : - No, Percy, thou art dust, thee dead. And food for


Fal. Didst thou ? - Lord, lord, how this world P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee is given to lying! - I grant you I was down, and well, great heart!

out of breath ; and so was he: but we rose both at Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury When that this body did contain a spirit,


If I may be believed, so; if not, let them, A kingdom for it was too small a bound;

that should reward valour, bear the sin upon their But now, two paces of the vilest earth

own heads. I'll take it upon my death, I gave him Is room enough: This earth, that bears thee dead this wound in the thigh : if the man were alive, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.

and would deny it, I would make him eat a piece If thou wert sensible of courtesy,

of my sword. I should not make so dear a show of zeal :

P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I But let my favours hide thy mangled face;

heard. And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself

P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother For doing these fair rites of tenderness.

John. Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven! Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back : Thy ignomy sleep with thee in the grave,

For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, But not remember'd in thy epitaph !

I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. [He sees Falstaff on the ground.

[A retreat is sounded. What! old acquaintance ! could not all this flesh The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours. Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell !

Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field, I could have better spar'd a better man,

To see what friends are living, who are dead. O, I should have a heavy miss of thee,

[Exeunt Prince HENRY and Prince Jonn. If I were much in love with vanity.

Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day,

rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great, Though many dearer, in this bloody fray: - I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and Embowell’d will I see thee by and by :

live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. [Erit.

[Exit, bearing of the body. Fal. (Rising slowly.] Embowelled ! if thou einbowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder me, SCENE V. - Another Part of the Field. and eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid The trumpets sound. Enter King HENRY, PRINCE me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no

HENRY, Prince John, WESTJIORELAND, and counterfeit : To die is to be a counterfeit ; for he is

others, with WORCESTER and Vernon, prisoners. but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke. of a man : but to counterfeit dying, when a man Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace, thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true Pardon, and terms of love to all of you ? and perfect image of life indeed. The better part And would'st thou turn our offers contrary? of valour is - discretio 1 ; in the which better part, Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust? I have saved my life. 'Zounds, I am afraid of this Three knights upon our party slain to-day,

A noble earl, and many a creature else,

P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you Had been alive this hour,

This honourable bounty shall belong : If, like a christian, thou hadst truly borne

Go to the Douglas, and deliver him Betwixt our armies true intelligence.

Up to his pleasure, ransomeless, and free : Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to; His valour, shown upon our crests to-day, And I embrace this fortune patiently,

Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds, Since not to be avoided it falls on me.

Even in the bosom of our adversaries. K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon K. Hen. Then this remains, - that we divide our too :

power. Other offenders we will pause upon.

You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, [Ereunt WORCESTER and Vernon, guarded. Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest How goes the field ?

speed, P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when he To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop,

Who, as we hear, are busily in arms : The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, Myself, - and you, son Harry, - will towards The noble Percy slain, and all his men

Wales, Upon the foot of fear, fled with the rest ;

To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March. And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis’d,

Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, That the pursuers took him. At my tent

Meeting the check of such another day: The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace,

And since this business so fair is done, I may dispose of him.

Let us not leave till all our own be won. (Ereuni. K. Hen.

With all my heart.






TRAVERs and Morton, domesiicks of NorthumberHenry, Prince of Wales, afterwards

land. King Henry V.,

Falstaff, BARDOLPH, Pistol, and Page. Thomas, Duke of Clarence,

Poins and Pero, attendants on Prince Henry. PRINCE John of Lancaster, afterwards

>his sons. Shallow and SILENCE, country justices. (2 Henry V.) Duke of Bedford,

Davy, servant to Shallow. PRINCE HUMPHREY of Gloster, afterwards

MOULDY, SHADOW, Wart, Feeble, and BullcALF, (2 Henry V.) Duke of Gloster,

recruits. EARL OF WARWICK,

Fang and SNARE, sheriff's officers. EARL OF WESTMORELAND,


of the King's party. Gower,

A Porter.

A Dancer, speaker of the epilogue.
Lord CHIEF JUSTICE of the King's Bench.
A gentleman attending on the Chief Justice.


Lady Percy. SCROOP, Archbishop of York,


enemies to the DOLI TEAR-SHEET. LORD Hastings,


Lords and other Attendants; Officers, Soldiers, Mes Sir John COLEVILLE,

senger, Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, fc. SCENE, - ENGLAND.

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Warkworth. Before Northumberland's Castle.

Enter Rumour, painted full of tongues.
Rum. Open your ears; For which of you will

'The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks ?
I, from the orient to the drooping west,
Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold
The acts commenced on this ball of earth :
Upon my tongues continual slanders ride;
The which in every language I pronounce,
Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
I speak of peace, while covert enmity,
Under the smile of safety, wounds the world :
And who but Rumour, who but only I,
Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence ;
Whilst the big year, swol'n with some other grief,


Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,
And no such matter! Rumour is a pipe
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures ;
And of so easy and so plain a stop,
That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
The still-discordant wavering multitude,
Can play upon it. But what need I thus
My well-known body to anatomize
Among my household ? Why is Rumour here?
I run before king Harry's victory;
Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury,
Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his troops,
Quenching the flame of bold rebellion
Even with the rebels' blood. But what mean I
To speak so true at first ? my office is
To noise abroad, that Harry Monmouth fell
Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword;


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