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And thou shalt find a king, that will revenge Lord Stafford's death.

[They fight, and Blunt is slain.


Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,

I never had triumph'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.

Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes! 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


Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his


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.


Other alarums.


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!-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 peppered: 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 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.

SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

Alarums. Excursions. Enter the King, Prince

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


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

Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come.
[Exeunt Prince John and Westmoreland.
P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me,
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.

P. Hen. O, this boy
Lends mettle to us all!


Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS.

Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's

I am the Douglas, fatal to all those
That wear those colours on them.—What art

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,
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, | But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; And thus I win thee.

And time, that takes survey of all the world, [They fight; the King being in danger, Must have a stop. O, I could prophecy, enter Prince Henry.

But that the earthy and cold hand of death P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou Lies on my tongue :—No, Percy, thou art dust, art like

And food for

Dies. Never to hold it up again! the spirits

P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy : Fare thee Of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms:

well, great heart ! It is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee; Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! Who never promiseth, but he means to pay.- When that this body did contain a spirit,

[They fight ; Douglas flies. A kingdom for it was too small a bound; Cheerly, my lord ; How fares your grace ?- But now, two paces of the vilest earth Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, Is room enough :—This earth, that bears the And so hath Clifton : I'll to Clifton straight.

dead, K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while :

Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion ;

If thou wert sensible of courtesy, And show'd, thou mak'st some tender of my life, I should not make so dear a show of zeal :In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me. But let my favours hide thy mangled face ! P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much And, even in thy behalf, l'11 thank myself injury,

For doing these fair rites of tenderness. That ever said, I hearken’d for your death. Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven! If it were so, I might have let alone

Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, The insulting hand of Douglas over you ; But not remember'd in thy epitaph ! Which would have been as speedy in your end,

[He sees Falstaff on the groural As all the poisonous potions in the world, What! old acquaintance ! could not all this desi And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son. Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell ! K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to sir Nicholas I could have better spar'd a better man. Gawsey. [Exit King Henry. O, I should have a heavy miss of thee,

If I were much in love with vanity.

Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day, Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Mon- Though many dearer, in this bloody fray:mouth.

Embowell’d will I see thee by and by; P. Hen. Thou speak’st as if I would deny my Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. [Esil


Fal. ÇRising slowly.] Embowell’d! if thou Hot. My name is Harry Percy.

embowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder P. Hen. Why, then I see

me, and eat me too, to-morrow, 'Sblood, 'twas A very valiant rebel of the name.

time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot I am the prince of Wales ; and think not, Percy, had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I To share with me in glory any more :

lie, I am no counterfeit: To die, is to be a counTwo stars keep not their motion in one sphere; terfeit ; for he is but the counterfeit of a man, Nor can one England brook a double reign, who hath not the life of a man: but to counterOf Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales. feit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come no counterfeit, but the true and

perfect image of To end the one of us ; And 'would to God, life indeed. The better part of valour is-isThy name in arms were now as great as mine! cretion ; in the which better part, I have saved

Þ.Hen. I'll makeit greater,ere I part from thee; my life. 'Zounds, I am afraid of this gunpowder And all the budding honours on thy crest Percy, though he be dead: How, if he should I'll crop, to make a garland for my head. counterfeit too, and rise ? I am afraid, he would Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. prove the better counterfeit. Therefore 17 make

[They fight. him sure: yea, and I'll swear I kill'd him. Why Enter Falstaff.

may not he rise, as well as I ? Nothing confutes

me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore, Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal !-Nay, you sirrah, [Stabbing him. J' with a new wounů in shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. your thigh, come you along with me. Enter Douglas; he fights with Falstaff, who

[Takes Hotspur on his back. falls down as if he were dead, and exit Douglas. Hotspur is wounded, and falls.

Re-enter Prince HENRY and Prince Jonx. Hot: 0, Harry, thou hast robb’dmeofmy youth, P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast I better brook the loss of brittle life,

thou flesh'd Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; Thy maiden sword. They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword P. John. But, soft! whom have we here? my flesh :

Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead?


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P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless, Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace,
and bleeding,

Pardon, and terms of love to all of you?
And would'st thou turn our offers contrary?
Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?
Three knights upon our party slain to-day,
A noble earl, and many a creature else,
Had been alive this hour,

Upon the ground.

Art thou alive? or is it phantasy

That plays upon our eye-sight? I pr'ythee, speak; We will not trust our eyes, without our ears :— Thou art not what thou seem'st.

Fal. No, that's certain; I am not a double man: but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is Percy: [Throwing the body down.] if your father will do me any honour, so; if not, let him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either earl or duke, I can assure you. P. Hen. Why, Percy I kill'd myself, and saw

thee dead.

Fal. Didst thou?-Lord! Lord! how this world is given to lying!-I grant you, I was down, and out of breath; and so was he: but we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If I may be believed, so; if not, let them, that should reward valour, bear the sin upon their own heads. I'll take it upon my death, I gave him this wound in the thigh: if the man were alive, and would deny it, I would make him eat a piece of my


P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard.

P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother

Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back:
For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,
I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.
[A retreat is sounded.
The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours.
Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field,
To see what friends are living, who are dead.

[Exeunt Prince Henry and Prince John. Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. [Exit, bearing off the body. SCENE V.-Another part of the field.

The trumpets sound. Enter King HENRY, Prince HENRY, Prince JOHN, WESTMORELAND, and Others, with WORCESTER, and VERNON, pri


K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.


If, like a christian, thou hadst truly borne Betwixt our armies true intelligence.

Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to; And I embrace this fortune patiently, Since not to be avoided it falls on me.

K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon too:

Other offenders we will pause upon.

[Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. How goes the field?

P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when

he saw

The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him,
The noble Percy slain, and all his men
Upon the foot of fear,-fied with the rest;
And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis'd,
That the pursuers took him. At my tent
The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace,
I may dispose of him.

K. Hen. With all my heart.

P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you

This honourable bounty shall belong :
Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
Up to his pleasure, ransomeless, and free:
His valour, shown upon our crests to-day,
Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds,
Even in the bosom of our adversaries.

K. Hen. Then this remains,-that we divide our power.

You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest speed,

To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop,
Who, as we hear, are busily in arms:
Myself, and you, son Harry,-will towards

To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March.
Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,
Meeting the check of such another day;
And since this business so fair is done,
Let us not leave till all our own be won.






King HENRY the Fourth.
HENRY, prince of WALES, afterwards
king Henry V.

Prince JOHN of LANCASTER, afterwards
(2 Henry V.) duke of BEDFORD,
Prince HUMPHREY of GLOSTER, after-
wards (2 Henry V.) duke of GLÓSTER,
Earl of WARWICK,
Earl of WESTMORELAND, of the king's party.


TRAVERS and MORTON, domestics of NORTHUM


FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, and PAGE. POINS and PETO, attendants on prince Henry. SHALLOW and SILENCE, country justices. DAVY, servant to Shallow.

CALF, recruits.

FANG and SNARE, sheriff's officers.
RUMOUR. A Porter.

A Dancer, speaker of the epilogue.


Lords and other Attendants; Officers, Soldiers. Messenger, Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, &c.

Lord Chief Justice of the King's Bench.
A gentleman attending on the chief justice.

SCROOT, archbishop of YORK,





enemies to the king.

Warkworth. Before NORTHUMBERLAND'S

Enter RUMOUR, painted full of tongues.
Rum. Open your ears; For which of you will
The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks?
I, from the orient to the drooping west,
Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold



The acts commenced on this ball of earth:
Upon my tongues continual slanders ride;
The which in every language I pronounce,
Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
I speak of peace, while covert enmity,
Under the smile of safety, wounds the world:
And who but Rumour, who but only I,
Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence;
Whilst the big year, swol'n with some other grief,

Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, To noise abroad, -that Harry Monmouth fell And no such matter; Rumour is a pipe Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword; Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures ; And that the king before the Douglas' rage And of so easy and so plain a stop,

Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death. That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, This have I rumour'd through the peasant towns The still-discordant wavering multitude, Between that royal field of Shrewsbury Can play upon it. But what need I thus And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone, My well-known body to anatomize

Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, Among my household ? Why is Rumour here? Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on, I run before king Harry's victory;

And not a man of them brings other news Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury, Than they have learn’d of me; From Rumour's Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his troops, tongues Quenching the faine of bold rebellion

They bring smooth comforts false, worse than Even with the rebels' blood. But what mean I true wrongs.

[Erit. To speak so true at first? my office is



A gentleman well bred, and of good name, SCENE 1.-The same.

That freely render'd me these news for true.

North. Here comes my servant, Travers, whom The Porter before the gate; Enter Lord Bar

I sent

On Tuesday last to listen after news. Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho ?-Where Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way ; is the earl ?

And he is furnish’d with no certainties, Port. What shall I say you are ?

More than he haply may retail from me. Bard. Tell thou the earl,

Enter TRAVERS. That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here. Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come orchard ;

with you? Please it your honour, knock but at the gate, Tra. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turn’d me And he himself will answer.


With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd, Enter NORTHUMBERLAND.

Out-rode me. After him, came, spurring hard, Bard. Here comes the earl.

A gentleman almost forespent with speed, North. What news, lord Bardolph ? every That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse : minute now

He ask'd the way to Chester ; and of him Should be the father of some stratagem : I did demanıl, what news from Shrewsbury. The times are wild ; contention, like a horse He told me, that rebellion had bad luck, Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, And that young Harry Percy's spur was colel : And bears down all before him.

With that, he gave his able horse the head, Bard. Noble earl,

And, bending forward, struck his armed heels I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. Against the panting sides of his poor jade North. Good, an heaven will !

Up to the rowel-head; and, starting so,
Bard. As good as heart can wish :-

He seem'd in running to devour the way,
The king is almost wounded to the death ; Staying no longer question.
And, in the fortune of my lord your son,

North. Ha ! - Again.
Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold?
Kill’d by the hand of Douglas: young prince John, Of Hotspur, coldspur? that rebellion
And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field; Had met ill luck !
And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk sir John, Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what ;
Is prisoner to your son : 0, such a day, If my young lord your son have not the day,
So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won, Upon mine honour, for a silken point
Came not, till now, to dignify the times, I'll give my barony: never talk of it.
Since Cesar's fortunes !

North. Why should the gentleman, that rode North. How is this deriv'd ?

by Travers, Saw you the field ? came you from Shrewsbury? Give then such instances of loss ? Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came Bard. Who, he ? from thence;

He was some hilding fellow, that had stol'n



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