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Of any Prince, so wild, at liberty.
up with persuafion.
Enter a Messenger.
Hot. I cannot read them now.
Enter another. Mesenger. ,
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 A fword, whose temper I intend to stain With the best blood that I can meet withal, In the adventure of this perilous day. Now, Esperanza! Percy! and sét on: Sound all the lofty instruments of war; And by that mufic let us all embrace: For (heav'n to earth) some of us never shall A second time do such a courtesy. [They embrace, then exeunt. The Trumpets found.
S CE N E VI. The King entereth with his Power ; Alarm to the battle.
Then enter Dowglas, and Sir Walter Blunt. Blunt. THAT is thy name, that thus in battle
crosseft me? What honour doft thou seek upon my head ?
Dowg. Know then, my name is Dowglas, And I do haunt thee in the battle thus, Because some tell me that thou art a King.
Blunt. They tell thee true.
Dowg. The lord of Stafford dear to day hath bought Thy likeness; for instead of thee, King Harry, This sword hath ended him; so thall it thee, Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
Blunt. I was not born to yield, thou haughty Scot, And thou shalt find a King that will revenge Lord Stafford's death.
Fight, Blunt is Nain: then enter Hot-spur. Hot. O Dowglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon
thus, I never had triumphed o'er a Scot. Dowg. All's done, all's won, here breathless lies the
King. Hot. Where? Dowg. Here.
Hot. This, Dowglas? no: I know his face full well: A gallant Knight he was, his name was Blunt, Semblably furnish'd like the King himself.
Dowg. Ah! fool go with thy soul, whither it goes! A borrow'd tille haft thou bought too dear.. Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a King?
Hot. The King hath many marching in his coats.
Dowg. 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. [Excunt.
S CE N E VII.
Alarm, enter Falstaff solus. Fal.
HOUGH I could 'scape shot-free at Lon
don, 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 moulten lead, and as heavy too: heav'n keep lead out of me, I need no more weight than mine own bowels! I have led my rag-o-muffians where they are pepper'd: 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. Henry. What, ftand'ft thou idle here? lend me
ihy sword; Many a noble man lies stark and stiff Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies ; Whose deaths are unreveng'd. 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. Henry. He is, indeed, and living to kill thee: I pr’ythee, lend me thy sword.
Fal. Nay, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st not my sword: but take my pistol, if thou wilt.
P. Henry. Give it me : what, is it in the case? * here's no vanity!) In our Author's Time the Negative, in common Speech, was used to delign, ironically, the Excess of a Thing. Thus Ben Johnson in Every Man in his Humour, says, O here's no Foppery! Death, I can endure the Stocks better. Meaning, as the Pallage that the Foppery was exceflive. And so in many Other places.
Fal. Ay, Hal, 'tis hot. There's that will fack a city:
[The Prince drau's out a bottle of Jack. P. Henry. What, is it a time to jest and dally now?
[Throws it at him, and Exit. Fal. If Percy be alive, I'll pierce him; if he do come in my way, fó; if he do not, if I come in his, willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like not such grinning honour as Sir Walter bath: give me life, which if I can saye, fo; if not, honour comes unlook'd for, and there's an end.
SC E'N E VIII. Alarum, Excursions. Enter the King, the Prince, Lord
John of Lancaster, and the Earl of Wellmorland. K. Henry. I police delt too much : Lord John of Lan
Pr’ythee, Harry, withdraw thyself, thou caster, go you with him. .
Lan. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
P. Henry. I do beseech your Majesty make up,
K. Henry I will do fois
Weft. Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your Tent.
help;'...? And heav'n foibid, a shallow scratch should drive The Prince of Wales froin such a field as this, Where stain'd Nobility lies tredden on, And Rebels arms triumph in mafiaeres ! Lan. We breath too lony; come, cousin Wefimor
land, Our duty this way lies; for heav'n's fake, come, P. Henry. By heav'n, thou haft deceiv'd me, Lan
K. Henry. I saw him hold lord Perry at the point, With lustier maintenance than I did look for Of such an ungrown warrior.
P. Henry. Oh, this boy Lends mettle to us all,
Dowg. I fear, thou art another counterfeit;
[They fight : the King being in danger.
Enter Prince Henry.
They fight, Dowglas flieth.
K. Henry. Stay, and breathe a while; Thou halt redeem'd my loit opinon,