| [KING HENRY enters with his power. Alarum to the battle. Then enter DOUGLAS and SIR WALTER BLUNT] |
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| SIR WALTER BLUNT | What is thy name, that in the battle thus Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek Upon my head? |
| EARL OF DOUGLAS | Know then, my name is Douglas; And I do haunt thee in the battle thus Because some tell me that thou art a king. |
| SIR WALTER BLUNT | They tell thee true. |
| EARL OF DOUGLAS | The Lord of Stafford dear to-day hath 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. |
| SIR WALTER 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. DOUGLAS kills SIR WALTER BLUNT. Enter HOTSPUR] |
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| HOTSPUR | O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus, never had triumph'd upon a Scot. |
| EARL OF DOUGLAS | All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king. |
| HOTSPUR | Where? |
| EARL OF DOUGLAS | Here. |
| HOTSPUR | This, Douglas? no: I know this face full well: A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt; Semblably furnish'd like the king himself. |
| EARL OF DOUGLAS | A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes! A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear: Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king? |
| HOTSPUR | The king hath many marching in his coats. |
| EARL OF DOUGLAS | Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats; I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece, Until I meet the king. |
| HOTSPUR | Up, and away! Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. |
| [Exeunt] | |
| [Alarum. Enter FALSTAFF, solus] | |
| FALSTAFF | Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear the shot here; here's no scoring but upon the pate. Soft! who are you? Sir Walter Blunt: there's honour for you! here's no vanity! I am as hot as moulten lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead out of me! I need no more weight than mine own bowels. I have led my ragamuffins 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] | |
| PRINCE HENRY | What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword: Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies, Whose deaths are yet unrevenged: I prithee, lend me thy sword. |
| FALSTAFF | O Hal, I prithee, give me leave to breathe awhile. Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him sure. |
| PRINCE HENRY | He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I prithee, lend me thy sword. |
| FALSTAFF | Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt. |
| PRINCE HENRY | Give it to me: what, is it in the case? |
| FALSTAFF | Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a city. |
| [PRINCE HENRY draws it out, and finds it to be a bottle of sack] |
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| PRINCE HENRY | What, is it a time to jest and dally now? |
| [He throws the bottle at him. Exit] | |
| FALSTAFF | 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 honour as Sir Walter hath: give me life: which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes unlooked for, and there's an end. |
| [Exit FALSTAFF] |