Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus,
By new-forswearing that he is forsworn:
He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge
With haughty arms this hateful name in us.

Re-enter Douglas.

Doug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown
A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth,

And Westmoreland, that was engag'd, did bear it;
Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on.

Wor. The Prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the king,

And, nephew, challeng'd you to single fight.

Hot. O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads;
And that no man might draw short breath to-day
But I and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me,
How show'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt?
Ver. No, by my soul; I never in my life
Did hear a challenge urg'd more modestly,
Unless a brother should a brother dare
To gentle exercise and proof of arms.
He gave you all the duties of a man;
Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue;
Spoke your deservings like a chronicle;
Making you ever better than his praise,
By still dispraising praise valu'd with you:
And, which became him like a prince indeed,
He made a blushing cital of himself;
And chid his truant youth with such a grace,
As if he master'd there a double spirit,
Of teaching and of learning instantly.

There did he pause: but let me tell the world, -
If he outlive the envy of this day,

England did never owe so sweet a hope,
So much misconstru'd in his wantonness.
Hot. Cousin, I think thou art enamourèd

Upon his follies: never did I hear
Of any prince so wild a libertine.

But be he as he will, yet 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, soldiers, friends,
Better consider what you have to do

Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,

Can lift your blood up with persuasion.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. My lord,

Here are letters for you.

Hot.

I cannot read them now.

O gentlemen, the time of life is short!

To spend that shortness basely were too long,
If life did ride upon a dial's point,

Still ending at th' arrival of an hour.

An 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 of bearing them is just.

Enter another Messenger.

Mess. 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 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 between the camps.

Excursions, and parties fighting. Alarum to the battle. Then enter DOUGLAS and Sir WALTER BLUNT, meeting.

Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek

Upon my head?

Doug.

Know, then, my name is Douglas;

And I do haunt thee in the battle thus

Because some tell me that thou art a king.

Doug. 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.

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, and Blunt is slain.

Enter HOTSPUR.

Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus, I never had triumph'd upon a Scot.

Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king. Hot. Where?

Doug. Here.

Hot. 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.

Doug. 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?
Hot. The king hath many masking in his coats.
Doug. 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.

Up, and away!

Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.

[Exeunt.

Alarums. Enter FALSTAFF.

Fal. 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 molten 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 but three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and they are for the town's end,

Enter Prince HENRY.

to beg during life.

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 as yet are unreveng'd: I prithee,

Lend me thy sword.

Fal. 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.

P. Hen. He is, indeed; and living to kill thee.

I prithee, lend me thy sword.

Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou gettest not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.

P. Hen. Give it me: what, is it in the case? Fal. Ay, Hal. city.

'Tis hot, 'tis hot: there's that will sack a [The Prince draws out a bottle of sack. P. Hen. What, is't a time to jest and dally now? [Throws it at him, and exit.

Fal. 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.

SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

Alarums. Excursions. Enter King HENRY, Prince HENRY, Prince JOHN, and WESTMORELAND.

K. Hen. I prithee,

Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much.
Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.

P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up,
Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
K. Hen. I will do so.

My Lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.

West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your tent.
P. Hen. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help:
And God forbid, a shallow scratch should drive
The Prince of Wales from such a field as this,
Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on,

And rebels' arms triumph in massacres!
P. John. We breathe too long:

moreland,

come, cousin West

Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come. [Exeunt Prince John and Westmoreland, Lancaster;

P. Hen. By God, thou hast deceiv'd I did not think thee lord of such a spirit: Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John; But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

me,

K. Hen. I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point With lustier maintenance than I did look for

Of such an ungrown warrior.

P. Hen.

O, this boy

Lends mettle to us all!

Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS.

[Exit.

Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads:

I am the Douglas, fatal to all those

That wear those colours on them: what art thou,

That counterfeit'st the person of a king?

K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heart,