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Dou. Defy him by the lord of Westmoreland.
Dou. Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown
A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth;
And Westmoreland, that was engaged,1 did bear it; Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on.
Wor. The prince of Wales stepp'd forth before
And, nephew, challenged 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 urged more modestly, Unless a brother should a brother dare
Delivered as an hostage.
To gentle exercise and proof of arms.
Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue;
There did he pause: but let me tell the world ;-
England did never owe 2 so sweet a hope,
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,
your blood up with persuasion.
Mes. My lord, here are letters for you.
Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
If die, brave death, when princes die with us!
Enter another MESSENGER.
Mes. My lord, prepare; the king comes
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
[the trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt.
1 Motto of the Percy family.
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 honor dost thou seek Upon my head?
Know then, my name is Douglas;
And I do haunt thee in the battle thus,
Because some tell me that thou art a king.
Blunt. They tell thee true.
Dou. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath
Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, king Harry,
Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud
And thou shalt find a king that will revenge
Lord Stafford's death.
[they fight, and Blunt is slain.
Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,
I never had triumph'd upon a Scot.
Dou. All's done, all 's won; here breathless lies
Hot. This, Douglas? no, I know this face full well:
A gallant knight he was; his name was Blunt;
Dou. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!
Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats. Dou. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;
I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. [Exeunt.
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 honor 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 raggamuffins where they are peppered: there's but three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and they are for the town's end, to beg during life. But who comes here?