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By still dispraising praise, valued with you,
Hot. Cousin, I think thou art enamoured
Enter a Messenger.
Hot. I cannot read them now.
O gentlemen ! the time of life is short;
Enter another Messenger. Mess. My lord, prepare; the king comes on
. 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 Iraw I A sword, whose temper I intend to stain With the best blood that I can meet withal In the adventure of this perilous day. Now,-Esperance !--Percy and set on ! Sound all the lofty instruments of war, And by that music let us all embrace ; For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall A second time do such a courtesy. [The trumpets sound. 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 the battle
thus Thou crossest me ? what honour dost thou seek Upon my bead?
Doug. Know then, my name is Douglas;
Blunt. They tell thee true.
I never had triumphed upon a Scot.
lies the king
well : A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt, Semblably furnished like the king himself
Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes ! A borrowed title hast thou bought too dear : Why did'st thou tell me that thou wert a king?
Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats.
Up, and away!
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 hun. dred 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 thy sword : Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies, Whose deaths are unrevenged : pr’ythee, lend me
thy sword. Fal. O Hal! I pr’ythee, 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.
P. Hen. He is, indeed ; and living to kill thee. I prythee, lend me thy sword.
Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be aliv., thou gett’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. 'T is hot, 't is hot : there's that will sack a city.
[The Prince draws out a bottle of sack.