Doth play the trumpet to his purposes; K. Hen. Then, with the losers let it sympathise, For nothing can seem foul to those that win.[Trumpet sounds. Enter WORCESTER and VERNON. How now, my lord of Worcester! 'tis not well, Of broached mischief to the unborn times? For mine own part, I could be well content I have not sought the day of this dislike. K. Hen. You have not sought it! say, how comes it then? Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. P. Hen. Peace, chewet, peace! C Wor. It pleas'd your majesty, to turn your looks In Richard's time; and posted day and night hand; a Woody. Put off.— Jackdaw. As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird, K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have articulate, With some fine color, that may please the eye And never yet did insurrection want P. Hen. In both our armies, there is many a soul Shall pay full dearly for this encounter, If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew, [thee. K. Hen. And, prince of Wales, so dare we venture Albeit considerations infinite Do make against it.-No, good Worcester, no, [Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON. [Exeunt KING, BLUNT, and Prince Joнs. Fal. Hal, if thou see me down in the battle, and bestride me, so; 'tis a point of friendship. P. Hen. Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship. Say thy prayers, and farewell. Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death. [Exit. Fal. 'Tis not due yet: I would be loath to pay "Stand opposed," i. e., stand in opposition to you--"Set off his head," 1. e., taken from his account. him before his day. What need I be so forward | with him that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; honor pricks me on. Yea, but how if honor prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honor set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honor hath no skill in surgery, then? No. What is honor? A word. What is in that word, honor? What is hat honor? Air. A trim reckoning!-Who hath it? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it :therefore, I'll none of it: honor is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism. [Exit. SCENE II.-The Rebel Camp. Enter WORCESTER and VERNON. Wor. O, no! my nephew must not know, sir RichThe liberal kind offer of the king. [ard, Ver. 'Twere best, he did. Wor. Then are we all undone. Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd, and lock'd up, It hath the excuse of youth, and heat of blood; A hare-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen. Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say, 'tis so. Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLAS; Officers and Soldiers, behind. Hot. My uncle is return'd:-Deliver up My lord of Westmoreland.-Uncle, what news? Wor. The king will bid you battle presently. Doug. Defy him by the lord of Westmoreland. Hot. Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so. Doug. Marry, and shall, and very willingly. [Exit. Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the king. Hot. Did you beg any? God 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. Re-enter DOUGLAS. Doug. Arm, gentlemen! to arms! for I have A brave defiance in king Henry's teeth, [thrown And Westmoreland, that was engag'd, did hear it, Which cannot choose but quickly bring him on. Wor. The prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the king, Painted shield. Westmoreland was impawned as a surety for the safe return of Worcester.-"Engaged," i. e., delivered as a hostage. And, nephew, challenged you to single fight. Arm, arm, with speed!-And, fellows, soldiers, Mess. My lord, here are letters for you. O gentlemen! the time of life is short; Mess. 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 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 battle thus Thou crossest me? what honor dost thou seek Upon my head? dTasking," i. e., reproof."Cital," i. e., mention."Master'd," i. o., was master of.-8 Own.-"So wild o' liberty," i. e., so wild and licentious.-"Esperance!" was the motto of the Percy family. 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 has 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. [They fight, and BLUNT is slain. Hot. This, Douglas? no; I know this face full A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt, [well: Semblably furnish'd like the king himself. a Doug. A fool go with thy soul, where'er it goes! A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear: Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king? Hot. The king hath many masking in his coats. Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats; I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece, Until I meet the king. Hot. Up, and away! Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. [Exeunt. 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 honor 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 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 Prince HENRY. P. Hen. What! stand'st thou idle here? lend me Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff [thy sword: Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies, Whose deaths are yet unreveng'd. I pr'ythee, 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, 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. [Exit. d Seemingly." No vanity," is used ironically, to denote the excess of the quality.-"Turk Gregory" is Pope Gregory the Seventh, surnamed Hildebrand.-- A carbonado is a piece of meat scored for the gridiron. 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.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'll 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 God thou hast deceived me, Lancaster, I did not think thee lord of such a spirit: Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John, But now, I do respect thee as my soul. 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. [Exit. Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS. Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's I am the Douglas, fatal to all those [heads. That wear those colors on them:-what art thou, That counterfeit'st the person of a king? K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves So many of his shadows thou hast met, [at heart, And not the very king. I have two boys Seek Percy, and thyself, about the field: But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily, I will assay thee; and defend thyself. 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, And thus I win thee. [They fight the KING being in danger, enter P. HENRY. P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art Never to hold it up again! the spirits [like Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: It is the prince of Wales that threatens thee, Who never promiseth, but he means to pay. [They fight: DOUGLAS flies. Cheerly, my lord: how fares your grace?— Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succor sent, And so hath Clifton; I'll to Clifton straight. K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while. Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion; And show'd thou mak'st some tender of my life, In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me. e P. Hen. O God! they did me too much injury, That ever said I hearken'd for your death. If it were so, I might have let alone The insulting hand of Douglas over you; Which would have been as speedy in your end, As all the poisonous potions in the world, And sav'd the treacherous labor of your son. K. Hen. Make up to Clifton: I'll to sir Nicholas Gawsey. [Exit King HENRY • Reputation. ין A very valiant rebel of that name. Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come Enter FALSTAFF. [They fight. a I should not make so dear a show of zeal:- [Seeing FALSTAFF on the ground. [Exit. Fal. [Rising.] Embowelled! 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; "My favors," i. e., my scarf. Ignominy.-€ Embalmed. To powder," "i. e., to sali. 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 valor 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? By my faith, 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, with a new wound in your thigh come you along with me. [He takes HOTSPUR on his back. Re-enter Prince HENRY and Prince JOHN. P. Hen. Come, brother John; full bravely hast Art thou alive? or is it phantasy e 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 down the body.] if your father will do me any honor, 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 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 valor 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, 'zounds! I would make him eat a piece of my sword. P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard. [John. P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. [A Retreat is sounded. The trumpet sounds retreat; the day is ours. Come, brother, let us to the highest of the field, To see what friends are living, who are dead. [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. 1 [Exit, dragging out PERCY's 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, prison ers. K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.I'll-spirited Worcester, did we not send grace, Pardon, and terms of love to all of you? And would'st thou turn our offers contrary? Misuse the tenor of thy kinman's trust? Three knights upon our party slain to-day, "A Jack," i. e., a paltry fellow. P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you This honorable bounty shall belong. Go to the Douglas, and deliver him Up to his pleasure, ransomless, and free: His valor, shown upon our crests to-day, Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds, Even in the bosom of our adversaries. P. John. I thank your grace for this high courtesy, Which I shall put in act without delay. [power.— K. Hen. Then this remains,-that we divide our You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest speed, To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop, Who, as we hear, are busily in arms: Myself, and you, son Harry, will towards Wales, To fight with Glendower and the earl of March. Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, Meeting the check of such another day: And since this business so fair is done, Let us not leave till all our own be won. [Exeunt. |