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Shrewsbury. The Battlefield.
The KING enters with his POWER.
Alarum, and exeunt to the battle.
Then enter DOUGLAS, and SIR WALTER BLUNT disguised as the king.
Blunt What is thy name, that in the battle thus
Thou crossest me? What honour dost thou seek
Upon my head?
Douglas 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.
Douglas The Lord of Stafford dear today 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. DOUGLAS kills BLUNT. Then enter HOTSPUR.
Hotspur O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,
I never had triumphed upon a Scot.
Douglas All's done, all's won: here breathless lies the king.
Hotspur Where?
Douglas Here.
Hotspur This, Douglas? No; I know this face full well:
A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;
Semblably furnished like the king himself.
Douglas A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!
A borrowed title hast thou bought too dear.
Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?
Hotspur The king hath many marching in his coats.
Douglas Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;
I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
Until I meet the king.
Hotspur Up and away!
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.
[Exeunt.
Alarum. Enter FALSTAFF solus.
Falstaff Though I could scape shot-free at London, I fear the shot
here; here's no scoring but upon 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 heavy too. God
keep lead out of me; I need no more weight than mine own
bowels. I have led my ragamuffins where they are peppered;
there's not 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 the PRINCE.
Prince Henry What, stands thou idle here? Lend me thy sword.
Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies, whose deaths are yet
unrevenged. I prithee lend me thy sword.
Falstaff O Hal, I prithee give me leave to breathe awhile. Turk
Gregory never did such deeds in arms as I have done this
day. I have paid Percy, I have made him sure.
Prince Henry He is indeed, and living to kill thee.
I prithee lend me thy sword.
Falstaff Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive thou gets not my
sword; but take my pistol if thou wilt.
Prince Henry Give it me. What, is it in the case?
Falstaff Ay, Hal. 'Tis hot, 'tis hot. There's that will sack a
city.
[The PRINCE draws it out, and finds it
to be a bottle of sack.
Prince Henry What, is it a time to jest and dally now?
[He throws the bottle at him. Exit.
Falstaff 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 unlooked for, and there's
an end.
[Exit.