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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 triúmph'd upon a Scot.

Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king.

Hot. Where?

Doug. 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.

goes:

Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it 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. Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his

coats;

I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,

Until I meet the king.

Hot.

Up and away;

Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.

[Exeunt.

Other Alarums. Enter FALSTAFF.

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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 honour for you: Here's no vanity 6-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 pepper'd: 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?

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 unreveng'd: Pr'ythee, lend thy

sword.

Fal. O Hal, I pr'ythee, give me leave to breathe a while.—Turk Gregory 87 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 get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.

P. Hen. Give it me: What, is it in the case?

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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. I like not such grinning honour as sir Walter hath: Give me life; which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes unlook'd for, and there's an end.

SCENE IV.

Another Part of the Field.

[Exit.

Alarums. Excursions. Enter the King, 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 do beseech your majesty, make up, Lest your retirement do amaze your friends. K. Hen. I will do so:

My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.

West. Come my lord, I will lead you to your tent. P. Hen. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your

help:

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.
P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, Lan-
caster,

I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:
Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John;

But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point, With lustier maintenance than I did look for

Of such an ungrown warrior.

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I am the Douglas, fatal to all those

That wear those colours on them.-What art thou, That counterfeit'st the person of a king?

So

K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves

at heart,

many of his shadows thou hast met, And not the very king. I have two boys, Seek Percy, and thyself, about the field: But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily,

I will assay thee; so defend thyself.

Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit ; And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king: But mine, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be, And thus I win thee.

[They fight; the King being in danger, enter Prince Henry.

P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like

Never to hold it up again! the spirits

Of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms:
It is the Prince of Wales, that threatens thee;
Who never promiseth, but he means to pay.-

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[They fight; and Douglas flies.
Cheerly, my lord; How fares your grace?—
Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent,
And so hath Clifton; I'll to Clifton straight.
K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while :—
Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion;

And show'd, thou mak'st some tender of my life,
In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.

P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much injury, That ever said, I hearken'd for

your death. If it were so, I might have let alone

The insulting hand of Douglas over you;

Which would have been as speedy in your end,

As all the poisonous potions in the world,
And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son.

K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to sir Nicholas

Gawsey.

[Exit King Henry.

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