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Becauso some tell me that thou art a king.
P. Henry. What, is it a time to jest and dally now? Blant. They tell thee true.
[Throws it at him, and exit. Do:e. The lord of Staford dear to-day hath Fal. If Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do Thy likeneis; for, instead of thce, king Harry, come in my way, fo: if he do not,--if I come in This sword liath ended him : fo thall it thee, his, willingly, let him make a carbonado 7 of me. Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
I like pot fuch grioning honour as Sir Walter hath : Blunt. I was not born 2 yielder, thou proud Scot; Gjve me lite : which if I can save, fo; if not, hoAnd thou thalt find a king that will revenge nour comes unlook'd for, and there's an end. [Exif. Lord Statkord's death. Fight, Blant is pain. Enter Inpur.
SC EN E IV. Ict. O Douglas, hauft thou fought at Holmedon
Inorber part of sbe Field. I never had triumph'd upon a Scot. [thus, --1larums. Excursions. Enter the King, the Prince, Deut. All's done, all's won; here breathleis lies
Lord Jon of Lancaster, and the Earl of WejlHot. Where?
[the king. moreland. Daug. Here.
(well : K. Henry Harry, withdraw thyself; thou Hor. This, Douglas ? no, I know this face full
bleedits too much :A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt ; Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him. Seinblably ' furnith'd like the king himself. Lan. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
Drug. A fool go with thy foul, whither it goes! P. Henry. I beseech your majesty, make up, A borrow'd title halt thou bought too der. Left your retirement do amaze your friends. Why diellt thou tell me that thou wert a king? K. Henry. I will do to :
Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats. My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.
Doug. Now by my sword I will kill all his coats ; 11. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your tent. I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece, P. Henry. Lead me, my lord? I do not need Until I meet the king.
your help: Hor. Up, and away :
And heaveu foibid, a shallow scratch should drive Our soldier's stand full fairly for the day. [Excuni. The prince of Wales from such a field as this ; Other alarums. Enter Fanjieff:
Where itain'd nobility lies trodden on, Fal. Though I could 'scape ihot-free? at Lon-And rebels' arms triumph in mallieres ! don, I fear the thot here; here's no scoring, but Lan. We breathe too long :--Come, cousin upon the päte. ---Soft! who alt thou: Sir Walter
Wostmoreland, Blunt ;--there's honour for you : Here's no vani- Our duty this way lies; for heaven's fake, come. ty 3!--I am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy
[Exeunt P. Jobn and Weft. too: Heaven keep lead out of me! I need no P. Henry. By heaven, thou haft deceiv'd me, more weight tlum mine own bowels. I have led
Lancaster, my raggamuins where they are pepper'd: there's I did not think thee lord of such a spirit : not the my hundred and titty left alive; and Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John ; they are for the town's end, to beg žiarinis, life. But now, I do refpect ihee as my soul. But who comes here?
K. Henry. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point, duter Prince Henry. '
With lutier maintenance than I did look for P. Ilin. Wit, ftandilt thou idle here? lend Of such an uomon warrior. me llay sword:
P. Hory. (), this boy Many a blemin lies 1131 k and fill
Lends mittle to us all!
[Fr:. Under the bouts of vaunting enemies,
Enter Deurlos. Whose deaths are unreveng'd: lend me thy sword. Doug: Azother king i they grow like Hydra's Ful. Oli, i prythee, give me leave to breathe
heids: awhile.--Turk, Giegory / never did such deeds in I am the Douglas, fatit to all those arms, as I have done this day. I have paid l'ercy, That wear thole colours on them. What art thou, I have made him fure 5.
That counterfeit It the perion of a king? P. Hicio He is, indicad; and living to kiil thee. k. Viny. The king himself: who, Douglas, I prythes, lend me thy (word.
gricres at heart, Filtar, Hl, if Percy be alive, thou get'lt so many of his 1hadows thou hast met, not niv fu'ordiş but take my pistol, if thou wilt. And not the very king. I have two boys
1. Hom. Giicit ne : What, is it in the cale? Seek Percy, and thyself, about the field :
Tal. Ay, Hal; 'tis turt, 'tis hot : there's that will But, secing thou fall'it on me so luckily, onck a city. ['The Prince draw out e butie of Jack. I will affay thee ; fo defend thyself.
I i. e. in ruiemblance, alike. 2 'I play upon fkt, as it means the part of a riekoning, and a millive weapon dilcharged tium artillery: 3 lindur waihoi's time, the negative, in common speech, was used to denign, 110.ically; the exces of a thing. * Meaning Gregory the Scsenin, called Hildebrand. This furiou, friar urmounted almett invincibki obitacles to deprive the emperor of his aighe o investiture of bishops, which his prere: cflers had long ateiped in inn. Fox, in his llistory, baths made this Giesing oudious, that I don't doub: buibe good l'injefians of that time were wili plaho to bear limmines characterized, as uriing the aliriburis of their two great enemies, che Tuik end Pop, in one. s, sure has two tignifications - certanih dipot of, and sufr. 'Falitati turs 11. in the jima jculf; the prince repliosio it in the latter. 6 A quibble on thië word jack. 7 Aruodis
iece ol mütcut crois.wile for the griúnou. 8 Hiftory fays, the prince was wounded in Grecjaty 2:. arrum.
Dorg. I fear thóa art another counterfeit ; They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword And yet, in faith, thou beir'it thee like a king :
my fieth :But mine, I an fure, thou art, whoe'er thou be, But thought's the lave of life, and life time's fool; And thus I win thee.
And time, that takes furvey of all the world, [They fiebt; the King being in danger, enter Must have a stop'. O, I could prophesy, Prince Henry.
But that the earthy and cold hand of death P. Henry. Hold up thy heal, vile Scot, or thou Lies on my tongue :-No, Percy, thou art duft, art like And food for
[Dies. Never to hold it up again! Th: spirits
P. Henry. For worms, brave Percy : Fare thee Of valiant Shirley, Statford, Blunt, are in my arms :
well, great heart It is the prince of Wales chat chreatens thice ; ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! Who never promiseth but he means to pay.- When that this body did contain a ipit,
[Tbey figbt; Doug1.15 tiyesh). A kingdom for it was too small a boud; Cheerly, my lord; How fares
your grace: But now' to paces of the vileft earth Sir Nicholas Gawfey liath fur fuccour sent, Is room enough :--This earth, that bears thee dead, And so hath Chicon ; I'll to Clifton straight. Bears not alive to stout a gentleman.
K. Henry. Stay, and breathe a-while : If thoa wert fenâble of courtesy,
I thould not make to great a show of zeal:
Adieu, and take thy praile with thee to heaven! .
But not remember'd m thy epit.ph! The insulting hand of Douglas over you ;
( He joc: Falltaf on the ground. Which would have been as ipeedy in your end, What old acquaintance ! could not all this neih As all the poisonous potions in the world, Keep in a little life! Poor Jack, farewel! And fav'd the treacherous labvur of your ion. I could have better ipar'd a better man. K. Henry, Make up to Cliftor, I'll to Sir Ni-O, I should have a heavy mits of thee, cholas Gawiey.
[Exit. If I were much in love with vanity. Erbor Hotspur.
Death hath not truck lo fat a cieer to-day, Hlot. If I mittake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. Though many dearer, in this bloody fray P. Henry. Thou fpeak it as if I would deray my Inbowellid will I see thee by and by ;
'Till therl, in blood by noble Perey lie. . [Exit Ho!. My name is Harry Percy.
Fullit, ring provly. P. Henry. Why, then I see
Fal. Imboweli'd! if thon imbowel me to-day, A very valiant rebel of that name.
I'll give you leave to powder mes, and eat me I am the prince of Wales ; and think nut, Percy, too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, 'tu as time to counterTo share with me in glory any more :
teit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid nie scot Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere; and lot too. Counterfeit ! Ilie, lani no counterNor can one England brook a double reign, teit: To die, is to be a counterfeit ; for he is but Of Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales., the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life of
Hoi. Norihil it, Harry, for the huur is come man : but to counterfeit dying, when a man To end the one of us; And would to heaven, , chereby liveth, is to be no countertcit, but the true Thy name in arms were now as great as mine! and perfect linage of life indeed. The better part P. Henry. l'il mike it greater, eru I put from of valvur j:---vifcretion : in the which better part,
I lave faved my life. I am afraid of this gunpontAnd all the building honours on thy cret der Percy', though he be deau : How if he should I'll crop, to make a garland for my head. counterfeit too, and rite ? I am afraid, he would llor. I can no longer brook thy vanities. [Fight. pro:e the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll make Enter Fortj. pt.
bien sure : yea, and I'll su ear I kill'd him.--Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal! -Nav, you Why may he not rife, as well as I? Nothing Aall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. confutes me but eyes, and no body sees me.Enter Douglas ; be fights avith Faptatt, zubo fil! Therefore, firrah, with a new wound in your
dorun as if be wert deud. Pery is wourd'd, and thigh, come you along with me. fills.
[Tuke llotspur on bis huck. Hur. O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth: Re-ente Prince Henry, and Yohn of Lunsfier. I better brook the loss of brittle life,
P. Herry. Come, brother John, full brazoly Thin those proud titles thou hast won of me ;
hot thou fich'd
' Dr. Johnson comments on this passage thus : 66 Hot Spur in his last momentscndeavours to con. fole himsell. The glory of the prince wounds his thesis : but theaght, being dependent on life, mutt ccale with it, and will foou be a: an end. Lije, on which thought di pends, is itkaitot no great value, bains the foul and sport of time; of time, which, with all its doininion over fublunday things, inujt itlelt at lait bejloppid." 2 Scenote 3, p. 461.
3 To prontier is io lali.
Thy maiden sword.
W'ales, Lord John of Lancafer, Earl of HeLan. But, soft! who have we here?
moreland, with Worcester, and Verein, prifoners. Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead ? K. Henry. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke. P. Henry. I did; I saw him dead, breathleis Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace, and bleeding
Pardon, and terms of love to all of you? Upon the ground.
And would'st thou turn our offers contrary Art thou alive? or is it fantasy
Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's truit? That plays upon our eye-fight? I pr’ythee, speak; Three knights upon our party flain to-day, We will not trust our eyes, without our ears : A noble eart, and many a creature else, Thou art not what thou seem'st.
Had been alive this hour, Fal. No, that's certain ; I am not a double If, like a christian, thou hadít truly borne man : but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Betwixt our armies true intelligence. Jack. There is Percy : [throwing the body down] Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to; if your father will do me any honour, so; if not, And I embrace this fortune patiently, let him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be Since not to be avoided it falls on me. [non too: either earl or duke, I can aliure you.
K. Hon. Bear Worcester to the death, and VerP. Henry. Why, Percy 1 kill'd myself, and saw Other offenders we will pause upon.thec dead.
[Fxcunt Worcejier and Vernon, guarded. Fal. Didft thou :-Lord, lord, how this world How goes the field? is given to lying I grant you, I was down, and
P. Henry. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when out of breath ; and so was he : but we rose both The fortune of the day quite turn'u from him, at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrews. The noble Percy Jain, and all his men bury clock. If I may be believ'd, fo : if not, let Upon the foot of fear,-fied with the rest; them, that should reward valour, bear the fin And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis'd, upon their own heads. I'll take it upon my death, That the pursuers took him.
At my tent
K. Hen. With all my heart.
Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
[A retreat is founded. Even in the bofom of our adverfaries.
our power. To see what friends are living, who are dead. You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland,
[Exeunt. Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He
speed, that rewards me, heaven reward him ! If I do to meet Northumberland, and the prelate 'wroop, grow great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave Who, as we hear, are busily in arms : fack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman Mould do.
Myself,—and you, fon Harry, will towards Wales, [Exit, bearing off tbe body. To fight with Glendower, and the carl of March. SCENE V.
Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,
Meeting the check of such another day :
And since this business so fair is done,
ΚΙ NG HENRY
I N D U C TI O N.
I run before king Harry's victory;
And that the king before the Douglas' rage Under the smile of safety, wounds the world : Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death. And who bat Rumour, who but only 1,
This have I rumour'd through the peasant towns Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence ; Between that royal field of Shrewsbury Whilft the big year, swoll'n with some other grief, And this worm-saten hold of ragged itone, Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, . And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe
Lies crafty-lick: the posts come tiring on, Blown by surmises, jealoufics, conjectures ; And not a man of them brings other news And of so easy and so plain a stop,
Than they have learn’d of me; From Rumour's That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
tongues The ftill-discordant wavering multitude, They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true Can play upon it. But what need I thus
PERSONS REPRESENTED. King HENRY tbe Fourtb.
FALSTAFF, Poiss, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, HEXRY, Prince of Wales, afterwards
Pero, and Paut.
SHALLOW, and S:LENCE, Country Justices. John, Duke of Bedford,
Davy, firwant to Sballo. HUMPHREY, Duke of Glofter,
PHANG and SNARE, Iwo Serjeants. THOMAS, Duke of Clarenie,
MOULDI, Earl of NORTHUMBERLAND,
Shadow, SCROOP, sreblishop of York,
Recruits, Lord MOWBRAT,
FEEBLE, Lord HASTINGS,
the GOWER, HARCOURT,
party. Lord Chief Justice,
Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, &c.
Earl of WEST MOKELAND, of obé King's
Bard. Tell thou the earl,
chard ; Where is the eart?
Please it your honour, knock but at the gate, Port. What shall I say you are ?
And he himself will answer. * The transactions comprized in this History take up about nine years. The action commences with the account of Hotspur's being defeated and killed ; and cloles with the death of king Henry iv. and the coronation of king Henry V.
I'll give my barony ; never talk of it. Bard. Here comes the earl.
North. Why should the gentleman, that rode *North. What news, lord Bardolph ? Every
by Travers, minute now
Give then such inítances of lofs : Should be the father of some stratagem :
Bard. Who, he: The times are wild; contention, like a horse He was tome bilding 4 fellow, that had stol'n Full of high feeding, madly hati broke lovre,
The horse he rode on; and, upon my life, And bears down ail before him.
Spoke at adventure. Look, here comes more news. Bard. Noble earl,
Enter Morton. I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. Noth. Yea, this man’s brow, like to a title-leaf 5, North. Good, an heaven will!
Foretells the nature of a tragick volume : Barrd. As good as heart can wish :
So looks the strond, whereon the imperious flow
To fright our party.
Thou t:emblent; and the whiteneis in thy cheek
So dull, fo dend in look, so uve-lx gone 6, North. How is this deriv'd?
Drew Priani's curtain in the dead of nighi, Saw you the field ? came you from Shrewsbury? And would have told him, half huis Troy was burn'd: Bard, I spake with one, my lord, that came But I'rinn found the tire, ere he his tongue, from thence ;
And I my Percy's death, ere thou report it it. A gentleman well bred, and of good name, Thi; woullil thousay,--şour fondid thus, and thus; That freely render'd me these news for true. Your brother, thus; to fur.ght the noble Douglas; North. Here comes my servant Travers, whom Stopping my greedy ear witis their boid deeds : I jent
But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed, On Tuesday latt to liften after news.
Thou halt a ligh to blow away this praise, Bird. My lord, I over-rode him on the way ; Ending with brother, son, and all are dead. And he is furnih'd with no certainties,
Mort. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet : More than he haply may retail from me.
But for my lord your son,-
North. W'hy, he is dead.
He, that but fears the thing he would not know, Tia. My lord, Sir Johan Umfrevile turn'd me back Hath, by instinct, knowledge from other's eyes, With joyful tidings; and, being better ind, That what he fear dis ciunced. Yet fpeak, Muston; Out-rode me. After him, came, ipurring hard, Tell thou thy earl, his divination lies ; A gentleman almost forspent' with fpeer!, And I will take it as a sweet disgrace, Thai Stopp'd by me to breathe his bloudy'd horse: And make thee rich for doing me such wrong. He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him
Vort. You are too great to be by me gainjaid: I died demand, what news from Shrewibury. Your fpirit is too true, your fears too certain. He told me, that rebellion had bad luck,
North. Yet, for all this, sny not that Percy's deal. And that young Harry Percy's fpur was cold : I see a Pwange confession in thine eye : With that, he gave his able borse the head, Thou thak thy head; wd hold'nt it fear 7, or fin, Aid, bending forward, ftruck bis aimed heels To fpeak a truth. If he be rain, lay to : Against the panting fides of his poor jade 2 The tongue otiends not, that reports his death: Up to the rowel-liead; and, starting fo,
And he doth fin, that doth belie the dead; He seem'd in running to devour the way, Not he, which says the dead is not alive. Staving no longer question.
et the fuít bringer of unwelcome new!'s Nordb. Ha! - Again,
Hath bui a losing office; and his tongue
Remember'd knoiling a departing friend,
Pard. I cannot think, my lord, your ton is dead. Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what ;
M". I am sorry, I should force you to believe If my young lord your son lave not the day, That, which I would to heaven I had not leen: Upon mine honour, for a filken point 3
But there mine eyes law him in bloody ttate,
1 Tofurfjendis to waste, to exhaust. 2 Fade seems anciently to have signify'd what we now call a hackney; a bealt (mployed in drudgery, opposed to a horic kept for thou, or to be rid by its maitcr. 3 A pvine is witring tagged, or lace 4 Forbilderling, i.e. batc, degenerair. obientes, that in the time of our poet, the utle-pabe 10 duck , 2$ well as crazy mnieumediate leal, Wslovily black. 6 i. e. fo far gone in woe. 7 Few for danger.