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 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. Lend me thy sword, I pr'ythee. 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? 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 unlooked for, and there's an end. [Exit. 9 A piece of meat cut crosswise for the gridiron. Alarums. SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field. 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 triúmph 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, Lancaster, 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. P. Hen. Lends mettle to us all! O, this boy [Exit. Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS. Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads : 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? K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heart, So many of his shadows thou hast met, Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit ; [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 Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while :— And show'd, thou mak'st some tender of my life, P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much injury, Gawsey. Enter HOTSPUR. Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name. Hot. My name is Harry Percy. P. Hen. A very valiant rebel of the name. Why, then I see I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere; Of Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales. Hot. Nor shall it, To end the one of us; Harry, for the hour is come And 'would to God, Thy name in arms were now as great as mine! P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee; Reputation. And all the budding honours on thy crest Enter FALSTAFF. [They fight. Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. Enter DOUGLAS; he fights with FALSTAFF, who falls down as if he were dead, and exit DOUGLAS. HOTSPUR is wounded, and falls. Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth, I better brook the loss of brittle life, Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my flesh :- But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; And food for [Dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee well, great heart! Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! Is room enough:-This earth, that bears thee dead, |