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Of any Prince, so wild, at liberty.
But be he as he will, yèt once ere night,
I will embrace him with

a
soldier's

arm,
That he shall shrink under my courtesy.
Arm, arm with speed. And fellows, foldiers, friends,
Better consider what you have to do,
Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
Can lift

your
blood

up with persuafion.

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Enter a Messenger.
Y lord, here are letters for you.

Hot. I cannot read them now.
O Gentlemen, the time of life is short :
To spend that shortness bafely were too long,
Tho' life did ride upon a dial's point,
Still ending at th' arrival of an hour.
And if we live, we live to tread on Kings :
If die ; brave death, when Princes die with us!
Now, for our consciences, the arms are fair,
When the intent for bearing them is just.

Enter another. Mesenger. ,
Mes. 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 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.

SCENE

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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.

Fal.

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,

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.

(Exit.

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,
Left your retirement do amaze your friends.

K. Henry I will do fois
My lord of Westmorland, lead him to his Tent.

Weft. Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your Tent.
P.Henry. Lead me, my lord! I do not need your

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

carier,
I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:
Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John;
But now, I do relped thee as my soul.

K. Henry:

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,

[Exeunt.
Manet'King Henry: Enter Dowglas.
Dowg. Another King? they grow,like Hydra's heads:
I am the Dowglas, fatal to all those.
That wear those colours on them. What art thou,
That counterfeit'st the person of a King ?
K. Henry. The King himself, who, Dowglas, grieves

at heart,
So many of his shadows thou hast met,
And noi the very King. I have two boys
Seek Percy and thyself about the field;
But seeing thou fall it on me so luckily,
I will allay thee: so defend thyself.

Dowg. I fear, thou art another counterfeit;
And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a King!
But mine, I'm sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be,
And thus I win thee.

[They fight : the King being in danger.

Enter Prince Henry.
P. Henry. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art

like
Never to hold it up again: the Spirits
Of Sherly, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms ;
It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee,
Who never promiseth, but means to pay.

They fight, Dowglas flieth.
Chearly, my lord; how fares your Grace?
Sir Nicholas Gawley hath for succour sent,
And so hath Clifton: I'll to Clifton firait.

K. Henry. Stay, and breathe a while; Thou halt redeem'd my loit opinon,

And

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