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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. I pr'ythee, lend me thy sword.
Fal. O Hal, I pr'ythee, give me leave to breathe awhile. Turk Gregory 1 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 pr'ythee, 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; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a city.
[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.
1 Pope Gregory the Seventh, surnamed Hildebrand, was thus designated.
2 A carbonado is a piece of meat cut crosswise for the gridiron.
I like not such grinning honor as sir Walter hath. Give me life; which if I can save, so; if not, honor comes unlooked for, and there's an end.
Another part of the field.
Alarums. Excursions. Enter KING HENRY, PRINCE HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, and WESTMORELAND.
K. Hen. I pr'ythee,
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 beseech your majesty, make up, Lest your retirement do amaze 1 your 1
K. Hen, I will do so :-My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. West. Come my lord, I'll lead you to your tent. P. Hen. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your
And, Heaven 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. Come, cousin Westmoreland,
Our duty this way lies: for God's sake, come.
[Exeunt Prince John and Westmoreland.
Throw into consternation.
P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceived me, Lan
I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:
K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point, With lustier maintenance than I did look for
Of such an ungrown warrior.
Dou. Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads.
I am the Douglas, fatal to all those
That wear those colors on them. What art thou, That counterfeit'st the person of a king?
K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heart,
Dou. I fear, thou art another counterfeit ;
[they fight the King being in danger, enter
P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art
Never to hold it up again! The spirits
[they fight; Douglas flies.
Cheerly, my lord! How fares your grace?—
K. Hen. Stay, and breathe awhile:
Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion; 1
And show'd, thou makest some tender of my life,
P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much
That ever said, I hearken'd for your
If it were so, I might have let alone
The insulting hand of Douglas over you;
K. Hen. Make up to Clifton: I'll to sir Nicholas [Exit King Henry.
Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.