Blu. I was not borne to yeeld, thou haughty Scot, And thou shalt finde a King that will reuenge Lords Staffords death.
Fight, Blunt is slaine, then enters Hotspur.
Hot. O Dowglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus I neuer had triumphed o"re a Scot
Dow. All"s done, all"s won, here breathles lies the king Hot. Where?
Dow. Heere
Hot. This Dowglas? No, I know this face full well: A gallant Knight he was, his name was Blunt, Semblably furnish"d like the King himselfe
Dow. Ah foole: go with thy soule whether it goes, A borrowed t.i.tle hast thou bought too deere.
Why didst thou tell me, that thou wer"t a King?
Hot. The King hath many marching in his Coats
Dow. Now by my Sword, I will kill all his Coates, Ile murder all his Wardrobe peece by peece, Vntill I meet the King
Hot. Vp, and away, Our Souldiers stand full fairely for the day.
Exeunt.
Alarum, and enter Falstaffe solus.
Fal. Though I could scape shot-free at London, I fear the shot heere: here"s no scoring, but vpon 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 heauy too; heauen keepe Lead out of mee, I neede no more weight then mine owne Bowelles. I haue led my rag of m.u.f.fins where they are pepper"d: there"s not three of my 150. left aliue, and they for the Townes end, to beg during life. But who comes heere?
Enter the Prince
Pri. What, stand"st thou idle here? Lend me thy sword, Many a n.o.bleman lies starke and stiffe Vnder the hooues of vaunting enemies, Whose deaths are vnreueng"d. Prethy lend me thy sword Fal. O Hal, I prethee giue me leaue to breath awhile: Turke Gregory neuer did such deeds in Armes, as I haue done this day. I haue paid Percy, I haue made him sure
Prin. He is indeed, and liuing to kill thee: I prethee lend me thy sword
Falst. Nay Hal, is Percy bee aliue, thou getst not my Sword; but take my Pistoll if thou wilt
Prin. Giue it me: What, is it in the case?
Fal. I Hal, "tis hot: There"s that will Sacke a City.
The Prince drawes out a Bottle of Sacke.
Prin. What, is it a time to iest and dally now.
Enter.
Throwes it at him.
Fal. If Percy be aliue, Ile 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: Giue mee life, which if I can saue, so: if not, honour comes vnlook"d for, and ther"s an end.
Exit
Scena Tertia.
Alarum, excursions, enter the King, the Prince, Lord Iohn of Lancaster, and Earle of Westmerland.
King. I prethee Harry withdraw thy selfe, thou bleedest too much: Lord Iohn of Lancaster, go you with him
P.Ioh. Not I, My Lord, vnlesse I did bleed too
Prin. I beseech your Maiesty make vp, Least your retirement do amaze your friends
King. I will do so: My Lord of Westmerland leade him to his Tent
West. Come my Lord, Ile leade you to your Tent
Prin. Lead me my Lord? I do not need your helpe; And heauen forbid a shallow scratch should driue The Prince of Wales from such a field as this, Where stain"d n.o.bility lyes troden on, And Rebels Armes triumph in ma.s.sacres
Ioh. We breath too long: Come cosin Westmerland, Our duty this way lies, for heauens sake come
Prin. By heauen thou hast deceiu"d me Lancaster, I did not thinke thee Lord of such a spirit: Before, I lou"d thee as a Brother, Iohn; But now, I do respect thee as my Soule
King. I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point, With l.u.s.tier maintenance then I did looke for Of such an vngrowne Warriour
Prin. O this Boy, lends mettall to vs all.
Enter.
Enter Dowglas.
Dow. Another King? They grow like Hydra"s heads: I am the Dowglas, fatall to all those That weare those colours on them. What art thou That counterfeit"st the person of a King?
King. The King himselfe: who Dowglas grieues at hart So many of his shadowes thou hast met, And not the very King. I haue two Boyes Seeke Percy and thy selfe about the Field: But seeing thou fall"st on me so luckily, I will a.s.say thee: so defend thy selfe
Dow. I feare thou art another counterfeit: And yet infaith thou bear"st thee like a King: But mine I am sure thou art, wh.o.e.re thou be, And thus I win thee.
They fight, the K[ing]. being in danger, Enter Prince.
Prin. Hold vp thy head vile Scot, or thou art like Neuer to hold it vp againe: the Spirits Of valiant Sherly, Stafford, Blunt, are in my Armes; it is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee, Who neuer promiseth, but he meanes to pay.
They Fight, Dowglas flyeth.
Cheerely My Lord: how fare"s your Grace?
Sir Nicolas Gawsey hath for succour sent, And so hath Clifton: Ile to Clifton straight
King. Stay, and breath awhile.
Thou hast redeem"d thy lost opinion, And shew"d thou mak"st some tender of my life In this faire rescue thou hast brought to mee
Prin. O heauen, they did me too much iniury, That euer said I hearkned to your death.
If it were so, I might haue let alone The insulting hand of Dowglas ouer you, Which would haue bene as speedy in your end, As all the poysonous Potions in the world, And sau"d the Treacherous labour of your Sonne
K. Make vp to Clifton, Ile to Sir Nicholas Gausey.
Exit
Enter Hotspur.