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Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the king. | Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus Hot. Did you beg any ? God forbid !
Thou crossest me? What honour dost thou seek Wor. I told him gently of our grievances,
Upon my head? Of his oath-breaking; which he rnended thus,
Know then, my name is Douglas; By now forswearing that he is forsworn :
And I do haunt thee in the battle thus, He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge
Because some tell me that thou art a king. With haughty arms this hateful name in us.
Blunt. They tell thee true.
Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath Re-enter Douglas.
bought Doug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, king Harry, thrown
This sword hath ended him : so shall it thee, A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth,
Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner. And Westmoreland, that was engag'd, did bear it; Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud Which cannot choose but bring hiin quickly on.
Scot; Wor. The Prince of Wales stepp'd forth before And thou shalt find a king that will revenge the king,
Lord Stafford's death. And, nephew, challeng'd you to single fight.
[They fight, and Blunt is slais. Hot. 0, 'would the quarrel lay upon our heads; And that no man might draw short breath to-day,
Enter Hotspur. But I, and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me, How show'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt? Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon Ver. No, by my soul; I never in my life
thus, Did hear a challenge urg'd more modestly,
I never had triumph'd upon a Scot. Unless a brother should a brother dare
Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies To gentle exercise and proof of arms.
the king. He gave you all the duties of a man ;
Hot. Where? Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue; Doug. Here. Spoke your deservings like a chronicle;
Hot. This, Douglas ? no, I know this face full Making you ever better than his praise,
well : By still dispraising praise, valued with yon : A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt; And, which became him like a prince indeed, Semblably furnish'd like the king himself. He made a blushing cital of himself;
Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes! And chid his truant youth with such a grace, A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear. As if he master'd there a double spirit,
Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king? Of teaching, and of learning, instantly.
Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats. There did he pause; But let me tell the world,- Doug. Now, by my sword, I will till all bis If he outlive the envy of this day,
coats England did never owe so sweet a hope,
I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece, So much misconstrued in his wantonness.
Until I meet the king. Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamoured
Up, and away; Upon his follies; never did I hear
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. (Excurt.
Other Alarums. Enter Falstaff.
Fal, Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, Arm, arm, with speed and, fellows, soldiers, I fear the shot here: here's no scoring, but upon the friends,
pate.-Soft! who art thou ? Sir Walter Blupt;Better consider what you have to do,
there's honour for you: Here's no vanity! I am as Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue, hot as molten lead, and as heavy too : God keep Can lift your blood up with persuasion.
lead out of me! I need no more weight than my
own bowels. I have led my raggamuffins where Enter a Messenger.
they are peppered : there's but three of my hundred Mess. My lord, here are letters for you.
and fifty left alive; and they are for the town's end, Hot. I cannot read them now.
to beg during life. But who comes here?
Enter Prince Henry.
P. Hen. What, stand'st thou idle here ? lend me And if we live, we live to tread on kings;
Whose deaths are unreveng'd: Priythee lend thy
sword. Enter another Messenger.
Fal. O Hal, I pr'ythee, give me leave to breathe Mess. My lord, prepare ; the king comes on a while.- Turk Gregory never did such deeds in арасе.
arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Fercy, Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale, I have made him sure. For I profess not talking; only this
P. Hen. He is, indeed : and living to kill thee. Let each man do his best : and here draw I Lend me thy sword, I prythee. A sword, whose temper I intend to stain
Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, With the best blood that I can meet withal
thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if In the adventure of this perilous day.
thou wilt. Now,--Esperance !-- Percy !_and set on.
P. Hen. Give it me: What, is it in the case ? Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
Fal. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will And by that musick let us all embrace :
sack a city. For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall
(The Prince drans out a bottle of rack. A second time do such a courtesy.
P. Hen. What, is't a time to jest and dally (The trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt. now? SCENE III.- Plain near Shrewsbury.
(Throws it at him, and crit.
Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If Excursions, and parties fighting, Alarum to the bat he do come in my way, so : if he do not, if I come in
tle. Then enter Douglas und Blunt, meeting. his willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I
like not such grinning honour as sir Walter hath :1 Give me life : which if I can save, so ; if not, ho
Enter Hotspur. nour comes unlooked for, and there's an end. Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Mon.
P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my SCENE IV.-- Another part of the Field.
name, Alarums. Excursions. Enter the King, Prince
Hot. My name is Harry Percy.
P. Hen. Henry, Prince John, and Westmoreland.
Why, then I see
A very valiant rebel of the name. K. Hen. I pr'ythee,
I am the prince of Wales ; and think not, Percy, Harry, withdraw thyself; thon bleed'st too much :-To share with me in glory any more : Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere : P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. Nor can one England brook a double reign,
P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up, Of Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales. Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come K. Hen. I will do so :
To end the one of us; And 'would to God, My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. Thy name in arms were now as great as mine! West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee; tent.
And all the budding honours on thy crest P. Hen, Lead me, my lord ? I do not need your I'll crop, to make a garland for my head. help :
1 Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive
[They fight. The prince of Wales from such a field as this; Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on,
Enter Falstaff. And rebels' arms triumph in massacres !
Fal. Well said, Hal ! to it, Hal !Nay, yon P. John. We breathe too long :- Come, cousin 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. Hot. P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, Lan
spur is wounded, and falls. caster,
Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my I did not think thee lord of such a spirit :
youth : Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John ;
I better brook the loss of brittle life, But now, I do respect thee as my soul.
Than those proud tities thou hast won of ine; K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point. They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword With lustier maintenance than I did look for
my flesh :Of such an ungrown warrior.
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool : P. Hen.
O, this boy And time, that takes survey of all the world, Lends mettle to us all.
Erit. Must have a sop. O, I could prophesy,
But that the earthy and cold hand of death
Lies on my tongue :-No, Percy, thou art dust, Doug. Another king ! they grow like Hydra's And food for
(Dies. heads :
P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy : Fare thee I am the Douglas, fatal to all those
well, great heart ! That wear those colours on them. What art thou, Ill weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! That counterfeit'st the person of a king ?
When that this body did contain a spirit, K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves. A kingdom for it was too small a bound; at heart,
But now, two paces of the vilest earth So many of his shadows thou hast met,
Is room enough :- This earth, that hears thee dead And not the very king. I have two boys,
Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. Seek Percy and thyself, about the field :
If thou wert sensible of courtesy, But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily,
I should not make so dear a show of zeal :I will assay thee; so defend thyself.
But let my favours hide thy mangled face ;
Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,
[He sees Falstaff on the ground, P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art What ! old acquaintance I could not all this flesh like
Keep in a little life ? Poor Jack, farewell !
I could have better spar'd a better man.
Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day, [They fight ; Douglas fies. Though many dearer, in this bloody fray :Cheerly, my lord ; How fares your grace ?
Embowelld will I see thee by and by : Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent,
Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. [E.rit. And so hath Clifton ; I'll to Clifton straight.
Fal. [Rising slowly.) Embowelled ! if thou em. K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while :
bowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder me, Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion;
and eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time And show'd, thou mak'st some tender of my life, to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me. me scot and lot too. Counterfeit ? I lie, I am no
P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much injury, counterfeit: To die is to be a counterfeit; for he is That ever said, I hearken'd for your death.
but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life If it were so, I might have let alone
of a man : but to counterfeit dying, when a man The insulting hand of Douglas over you ;
thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true Which would have been as speedy in your end, and perfect image of life indeed. The better part As all the poisonous potions in the world,
of valour is-discretion; in the which better part, And say'd the treacherous labour of your son. I have saved my life. "Zounds, I am afraid of this K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to sir Nicholas gunpowder Percy, though he be dead: How, if he Gawsey.
[Exit King Henry. should counterfeit too, and rise ? I am afraid, he
would prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll
SCENE V.-Another Part of the Field. make him sure: yea, and I'll swear I killed him. Why may not he rise, as well as I ? Nothing con
The trumpets sound. Enter King Henry, Prince futes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore,
Henry, Prince John, Westmoreland, and others, sirrah, (stabbing him.) with a new wound in your
sa in your with Worcester and Vernon, prisoners. thigh, come you along with me. [Takes Hotspur on his back. K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.
111-spirited Worcester ! did we not send grace, Re-enter Prince Henry and Prince John.
Pardon, and terms of love to all of you? P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast And would'st thou turn our offers contrary thou flesh'd
Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?
Three knights upon our party slain to-day,
Had been alive this hour,
Betwixt our armies true intelligence. Upon the ground.
| Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to; Art thou alive? or is it phantasy
And I embrace this fortune patiently, That plays upon our eyesight? 1 pr'ythee, speak; Since not to be avoided it falls on me. We will not trust our eyes, without our ears :
K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and VerThou art not what thou seem'st.
non too: Fal. No, that's certain; I am not a double man : Other offenders we will pause upon.but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack.
(Ereunt Worcester, and Vernon, guarded. There is Percy: throwing the body down. if your How goes the field? father will do me any honour, so; if not, let him | P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when he kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either
saw earl or duke, I can assure you.
The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, P Hen. Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw The noble Percy slain, and all his men thee dead.
Upon the foot of fear,-fled with the rest ; Fal. Didst thou ?-_Lord, lord, how is this world | And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis'd, given to lying !-I grant you I was down, and out that the pursuers took him. At my tent of breath; and so was he: but we rose both at The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace, an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury I may dispose of him. clock. If I may be believed, so; if not, let them, K. Hen.
With all my heart. that should reward valour, bear the sin upon their
| P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to own heads. I'll take it upon my death, I gave him
you this wound in the thigh : if the man were alive, This honourable bounty shall belong : and would deny it, I would make him eat a piece Go to the Douglas, and deliver him of my sword.
Up to his pleasure, ransomeless, and free: P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I His valour, shown upon our crests to-day, heard.
Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds. P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother Even in the bosom of our adversaries. John.
| K. Hen. Then this remains,--that we divide oer Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back :
powerFor my part, if a lie may do thee grace,
You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.
Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest [A retreat is sounded.
speed, The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours. To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop, Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field, Who, as we hear, are busily in arms: To see what friends are living, who are dead. Myself, and you, son Harry, will towards Wala.
(Exeunt Prince Henry and Prince John. To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March. Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, rewards me, God reward him ! If I do grow great, Meeting the check of such another day : I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and And since this business so fair is done, live cleanly, as a nobleman should do.
Let us not leave till all our own be won. (Exit, bearing off the body.
SECOND PART OF
PERSONS REPRESENTED. King Henry the Fourth.
Travers and Morton, domesticks of Northumber Henry, Prince of Wales, afterwards
land. King Henry V.
Falstaff, Bardolph, Pistol, and Page. Thomas, Duke of Clarence,
Poins and Peto, attendants on Prince Henry. Prince John of Lancaster, afterwards his sons. Shallow and Silence, country justices. (2 Henry V.) Duke of Bedford,
Davy, servant to Shallow. Prince Humphrey of Gloster, afterwards
Mouldy, Shadow, Wart, Feeble, and Bullcalf, (2 Henry V.) Duke of Gloster,
recruits. Earl of Warwick,
Fang and Snare, sheriff's officers. Earl of Westmoreland, of the King's party.
A Dancer, speaker of the epilogue.
Lady Percy. Scroop, Archbishop of York,
Hostess Quickly. Lord Mowbray,
į enemies to the King. Lord Hastings, Lord Bardolph,
Lords and other Attendants; Officers, Soldiers, Mes. Sir John Colville,
senger, Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, &c. SCENE,-England.
Warkworth. Before Northumberland's Castle.
SCENE I.-The same. Enter Rumour, painted full of tongues. The Porter before the Gate; Bnter Lord Bardolph. Rum. Open your ears; For which of you will Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho ?- Where is stop
the earl? The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks? | Port. What shall I say you are ? 1, from the orient to the drooping west,
Tell thou the earl, Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold
That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here. The acts commenced on this ball of earth :
Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the or. Upon my tongues continual slanders ride;
chard : The which in every language I pronounce,
Please it your honour, knock but at the gate, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
And he himself will answer.
Here comes the earl. Whilst the big year, swol'n with some other grief, North. What news, lord Bardolph ? every minute Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,
now And no such matter! Rumour is a pipe
Should be the father of some stratagem: Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures ;
The times are wild; contention, like a horse And of so easy and so plain a stop,
Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, And bears down all before him. The still-discordant wavering multitude,
Noble earl, Can play upon it. But what need I thus
| I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. My well-known body to aratomize
North. Good, an heaven will! Among my household ? Why is Rumour here?
As good as heart can wish:I run before king Harry's victory;
The king is almost wounded to the death; Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury,
And, in the fortune of my lord your son, Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his troops, Prince Harry slain outright: and both the Blunts Quenching the flame of bold rebellion
Kill'd by the hand of Douglas : young prince John, Even with the rebels' blood. But what mean I And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field; To speak so true at first? my office is
And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk sir John, To noise abroad, that Harry Monmouth fell Is prisoner to your son : 0, such a day, Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword ;
So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won, And that the king before the Douglas' rage
Came not, till now, to dignify the times, Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death.
Since Cæsar's fortunes! This have I rumour'd through the pe sant towns North.
How is this deriv'd ? Between that royal field of Shrewsbury
Saw you the field ? came you from Shrewsbury ? And this worn-eaten hold of ragged stone.
Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came from Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland,
thence, Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on,
A gentleman well bred, and of good name, And not a man of them brings other news
That freely render'd me these news for true. Than they have learn'd of me; From Rumour's North. Here comes my servant, Travers, whom I tongues
sent They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true On Tuesday last to listen after news. wrongs.
(Exit. Bard. My lord, I over rode him on the way i
And he is furnish'd with no certainties,
And he doth sin, that doth belie the dead; More than he haply may retail from me.
Not he, which says the dead is not alive.
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office; and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, with you?
Remember'd knolling a departing friend. Tra. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turn'd me Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead. back
Mor. I am sorry, I should force you to believe With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd,
That, which I would to heaven I had not seen : Out-rode me. After him, came spurring hard,
But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state,
Rend'ring faint quittance, wearied and out. A gentleman almost forspent with speed,
breath'd, That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse : He ask'd the way to Chester ; and of him
To Harry Monmouth; whose swift wrath beat down I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury.
The never-daunted Percy to the earth,
From whence with life he never more sprung up He told me, that rebellion had bad luck, And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold :
In few, his death (whose spirit lent a fire With that, he gave his able horse the head,
Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,) And, bending forward, struck his armed heels
Being bruited once, took fire and heat away Against the panting sides of his poor jade
From the best-temper'd courage in his troops : Up to the rowel-head; and starting so,
For from his metal was his party steel'd : He seem'd in running to devour the way,
Which once in him abated, all the rest
Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead. Staying no longer question. North,
And as the thing that's heavy in itself, Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold?
Upon enforcement, flies with greatest speed ; Of Hotspur, coldspur ? that rebellion
So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss, Had met ill luck!
Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what ;
That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim,
Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, If my young lord your son have not the day, Upon mine honour, for a silken point
Fly from the field : Then was that noble WoI.
cester I'll give my barony: never talk of it. North. Why should the gentleman, that rode by
Too soon ta'en prisoner: and that furious Scot, Travers,
The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword
Had three times slain the appearance of the king, Give then such instances of loss? Bard.
'Gan vail his stomach, and did grace the shame He was some hilding fellow, that had stol'n
Of those that turn'd their backs; and, in his flight, The horse he rode on; and, upon my life,
Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news.
Is, that the king hath won; and hath sent out
A speedy power to encounter you, my lord,
Under the conduct of young Lancaster,
And Westmoreland: this is the news at full. North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, I North. For this I shall have time enough to Foretells the nature of a tragick volume :
mourn. So looks the strond, whereon the imperious flood In poison there is physick ; and these news, Hath left a witness'd usurpation,
| Having been well, that would have made me sick. Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury ? Being sick, have in some measure made me well:
Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord; And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask, Like strengthless hing s, buckle under life, To fright our party.
Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire North,
How doth my son, and brother ? Out of his keeper's arms; even so my limbs, Thou tremblest ; and the whiteness in thy cheek Weaken'd with grief, being now enrag'd with grief, Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.
Are thrice themselves : hence therefore, thou nice Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
crutch: So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,
A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
Must glove this hand : and hence, thou sickly And would have told him, half his Troy was burn'd:
quoif; But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue, Thou art a guard too wanton for the head, And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it. Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit. This thou would'st say,-Your son did thus, and Now bind my brows with iron : And approach thus :
The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring, Your brother thus : so fought the noble Douglas : To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland! Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds: Let heav'n kiss earth! Now let not nature's hand But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed,
Keep the wild flood confin'd! let order die ! Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise,
And let this world no longer be a stage, Ending with brother, son, and all are dead. To feed contention in a lingering act;
Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet: But let one spirit of the first-born Cain But, for my lord your son,
Reign in all bosoms, that each heart being set North.
Why, he is dead. On bloody courses, the rude scene may end, See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath!
And darkness be the burier of the dead! He, that but fears the thing he would not know, Tra. This strained passion doth you wrong, my Hath, by instinct, knowledge from others' eyes,
lord. That what he fear'd is chanced. Yet speak, Bard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from your Morton;
honour. Tell thou thy earl, bis divination lies;
Mor. The lives of all your loving complices And I will take it as a sweet disgrace,
Lean on your health ; the which, if you give o'er And make thee rich for doing me such wrong. To stormy passion, must perforce decay.
Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid: You cast the event of war, my noble lord,
said, I see a strange confession in thine eye.
Let us make head. It was your presurmise, Thou shak'st thy headand hold'st it fear, or sin. I That in the dole of blows your son might drop : To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so:
i I ou knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, The tongue offends not, that reports his death More likely to fall in, than to get o'er :