Dou. Defy him by the lord of Westmoreland.
Hot. Lord Douglas, go you, and tell him so.
Dou. Marry, and shall, and very willingly.

[Exit.
Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the king.
Hot. Did you beg any? God forbid!
Wor. I told him gently of our grievances,
Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus,-
By now forswearing that he is forsworn.
He calls us, rebels, traitors; and will scourge,
With haughty arms, this hateful name in us.

Re-enter DOUglas.

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

the king,

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.
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, valued with you:
And, which became him like a prince indeed,
He made a blushing cital1 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 2 so sweet a hope,
So much misconstrued in his wantonness.
Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamored
Upon his follies: never did I hear
Of any prince, so wild, at liberty.
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.

Impeachment.

2 Own.

Enter MESSENGER.

Mes. 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 the 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.

Mes. My lord, prepare; the king comes

apace.

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 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! 1-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.

1 Motto of the Percy family.

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 honor dost thou seek Upon my head?

Dou.

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

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.

Dou. All's done, all 's won; here breathless lies

the king.

Hot. Where?

Dou. 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.

Dou. 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 marching in his coats. Dou. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;

I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
Until I meet the king.

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?

In appearance.