that honour? Air. A trim reckoning!-Who hath Did hear a challenge urg'd more modestly, it? He that died o'Wednesday. Doth he feel it? Unless a brother should a brother dare No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then? To gentle exercise and proof of arms. Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the He gave you all the duties of a man; living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it :-- Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue; therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutch- Spoke your deservings, like a chronicle; eon, and so ends my catechism. [Exit. Making you ever better than his praise, SCENE II.-The rebel camp. Enter Worcester Wor. O, no, my nephew must not know, sir The liberal kind offer of the king. Then are we all undone. A hair-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen: And on his father's;-we did train him on; Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say, 'tis so. Enter Hotspur and Douglas; and officers and Hot. My uncle is return'd:-Deliver up [Exit. Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the king. Doug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown A brave defiance in king Henry's teeth, And, nephew, challeng'd you to single fight. Hot. O, 'would the quarrel lay upon our heads; (1) Painted heraldry in funerals. And, which became him like a prince indeed, Better consider what you have to do, Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue, Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord, here are letters for you. O gentlemen, the time of life is short; Enter another Messenger. Mess. My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace. [The trumpets sound. They embrace, SCENE III.-Plain near Shrewsbury. Excur- Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, king Harry, (4) The motto of the Percy family. The southern wind Doth play the trumpet to his purposes; And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves, Foretells a tempest, and a blustering day. K. Hen. Then with the losers let it sympathize; For nothing can seem foul to those that win. Trumpet. Enter Worcester and Vernon. Of broached mischief to the unborn times? For mine own part, I could be well content K. Hen. You have not sought for it! how comes it then? Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. P. Hen. Peace, chewet, peace. Wor. It pleas'd your majesty, to turn your looks In Richard's time; and posted day and night That all in England did repute him dead,- 400 › counterfeit dying, when a oft! whom have we here? antasy sight? I pr'ythee, speak; I am not a double man. I killed myself, and saw rd, lord, how this world is you, I was down, and out he: but we rose both at an long hour by Shrewsbury eved, so; if not, let them, our, bear the sin rpon their it upon my death, I gave thigh: if the man were it, I would make him eat a the strangest tale that e'er I the strangest fellow, brother luggage nobly on your back: [A retreat is sounded Punds retreat, the day is ours. r, let's to the highest of the field, Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot; | Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much :And thou shalt find a king that will revenge Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him. Lord Stafford's death. [They fight, and Blunt is slain. Enter Hotspur. P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holme- My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. don thus, I never had triumph'd upon a Scot. Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king. Hot. Where? Hot. This, Douglas? no, I know this face full A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt; Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes! Hot. Up, and away; Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. [Exeunt. West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your tent. 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, Lancaster, did not think thee lord of such a spirit: K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Piercy at the point, P. Hen. Lends mettle to us all! O, this boy [Eril. Alarums. Enter Douglas. Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads: 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 I am the Douglas, fatal to all those own bowels.-I have led my raggamuffins where That wear those colours on them.-What art thou, they are peppered: there's but three of my hundred That counterfeit'st the person of a king? and fifty left alive; and they are for the town's end, K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves to beg during life. But who comes here? Enter Prince Henry. at heart, So many of his shadows thou hast met, P. Hen. What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me Seek Percy, and thyself, about the field: thy sword: Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff, 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. 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. But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily, Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit ; [They fight; the King being in danger, enter Prince Henry. P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like Never to hold it up again! the spirits Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, Of Shirly, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if It is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee; thou wilt. Who never promiseth, but he means to pay.[They fight; Douglas Aies. Cheerly, my lord; How fares your grace?— Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, [The Prince draws out a bottle of sack. And so hath Clifton; I'll to Clifton straight. P. Hen. What, is't a time to jest and dally now? K. Hen. Stay, and breathe awhile:[Throws it at him, and exit. Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion ;3 Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If And show'd, thou mak'st some tender of my life, he do come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come In this fair rescue thou has brought to me. in his, willingly, let him make a carbonado2 of me. P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much in I like not such grinning honour as sir Walter hath : jury, Give me life which if I can save, so; if not, That ever said, I hearken'd for your death. honour comes unlooked for, and there's an end. If it were so, I might have let alone [Exit. The insulting hand of Douglas over you; SCENE IV. Another part of the field. Alarums. Which would have been as speedy in your end, Excursions. Enter the King, Prince Henry, As all the poisonous potions in the world, Prince John, and Westmoreland. K. Hen. I pr'ythee, (1) In resemblance. (2) A piece of meat cut crosswise for the gridiron. And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son. Gawsey. (3) Reputation. 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. Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come Enter Falstaff. [They fight. Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. Enter Douglas; he fights with Falstaff, who falls down as if he were dead, and exit Douglas. spur is wounded, and falls. life of a man: but to counterfeit dying, when a Re-enter Prince Henry and Prince John. But soft! whom have we here? Art thou alive? or is it phantasy That plays upon our eye-sight? I pr'ythee, speak; Hot-We will not trust our eyes, without our ears: Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth: But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; [Dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee well, great heart! Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! Is room enough:-This earth, that bears thee dead, If thou wert sensible of courtesy, I should not make so dear a show of zeal:- [He sees Falstaff on the ground. [Exit. 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 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 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: [A retreat is sounded [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. [Exil, bearing off the body. The SCENE V.-Another part of the field. trumpets sound. Enter King Henry, Prince Henry, Prince John, Westmoreland, and others; with Worcester, and Vernon, prisoners. 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 K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.— me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no Ill-spirited Worcester!-did we not send grace, counterfeit: To die, is to be a counterfeit; for he Pardon, and terms of love to all of you? is but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the And would'st thou turn our offers contrary? (1) Scarf with which he covers Percy's face. (2) Salt. |