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By now forswearing that he is forsworn:
He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge
With haughty arms this hateful name in us.

Re-enter DOUGLAS.

Doug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown

A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth, And Westmoreland, that was engag'd, did bear it; Which cannot choose but bring him "...; on.

Wor. The Prince of Wales stepp'd forth before

, the king,

And, nephew, challeng'd you to single fight.

o 'would the quarrel lay upon our heads; And that no man might draw short breath to


But I, *Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me, How show’d his tasking? seem'd it in contempt?

Ver. No, by my soul; I never in my life Did hear a challenge urg'd more modestly, Unless a brother should a brother dare To gentle exercise and proof of arms. He gave you all the duties of a man; Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue; Spoke your deservings like a chronicle;

aking you ever better than his praise, By .# dispraising praise, valued with you: And, which became him like a prince indeed, He made a blushing cital of himself; And chid his truant youth with such a grace, As if he master'd there a double spirit, Of teaching, and of learning, instantly. There did i. pause: But let me tell the world,— If he outlive the envy of this day, England did never owe so sweet a hope, So much misconstrued in his wantonness.

Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamoured “Upon his follies; never did I hear Of any prince, so wild, at liberty:— But, be he as he will, yet once ere night i will embrace him with a soldier's arm, That he shall shrink under my courtesy.— Arm, arm, with speed:—And, fellows, soldiers,


Better consider what you have to do,
Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
Can list your blood up with persuasion.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. My lord, here are letters for you.

Hot. I cannot read them now.— O gentlemen, the time of life is short; To spend that shortness basely, were too long, If life did ride upon a dial's point, Still ending at the arrival of an hour. An if we live, we live to tread on kings; If die, brave death, when princes die with us! Now for our conscience,—the arms are fair, When the intent of bearing them is just.

Enter another Messenger.

Mess. My lord, prepare; the king comes on anact”,

Hot. I thank him; that he cuts me from my tale, For I profess not talking; only this— Let each man do his best: and here draw I A sword, whose temper I intend to stain With the best blood that I can meet withal In the adventure of this perilous day. Now, Esperance!—Percy! and set on.— Sound all the lofty instruments of war, And by that music let us all embrace: For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall A second time do such a courtesy.

[The trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt,

Scene III.-Plain near Shrewsbury.

Excursions, and parties fighting. Alarum to the battle. Then enter Doug LAs and BLUNT, meeting.

Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus Thou crossest me? What honour dost thou seek Upon my head? Doug. 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. Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day 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, and Blunt is slain.)

Enter Hotspur.

Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon I never had triumph’d upon a Scot. [thus, Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies Hot. Where? [the king. Doug. Here. [well: Hot. This, Douglas? no, I know this face full 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? ot. 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 # for the #. [Exeunt,

Other Alarums. Enter FALSTAff.

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 ragamuffins where they are o: 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?


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 awhile.—Turk ‘. 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 assir 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 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. R. 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. help: P. Hen. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your 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 deceived me, Lancaster, 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 Iustier maintenance than I did look for Os such an ungrown warrior. P. Hen. O, this boy Lends mettle to us all. [Erit.

Alarums. Enter DOUGLAs.

Doug. Another King! o is." like Hydras' I am the Douglas, fatal to all those [heads: 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, 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 is, And thus I win thee. (They fight; the King being in danger, enter rince Henry.) P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art Never to hold it up again! the spirits [like 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.— (They fight; 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 . 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.

Enter Hotspur.

Hot. If I mistakenot, thou art Harry Monmouth. P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my maine.

Hot. My name is Harry Percy.

P. Hen. A very valiant rebel of the name. I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not ū. motion in one sphere; Nor can one England brook a double reign, Of Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales.

Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come To end the one of us; And 'would to God, Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!

}. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from

Why, then I see

thee; And all the budding honours on thy crest I'll crop, to make a garland for my head. Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities.

(They fight. Enter FALSTAff. )

Fal. Well said, Hall to it, Hall–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 time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop. O, I could prophecy, But that the earthy and cold hand of death lies on my tongue:—No, Percy, thou art dust, And food for— (Dies, P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee . eat heart!— Ill-woav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Isroom enough:—This earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. If thou wert sensible of courtesy, I should not make so dear a show of zeal:— Butlet my favours hide thy mangled face! And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself For doing these fair rites of tenderness. Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remember'd in thy epitaph — (He sees Falstaff on the ground.) What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell! I could have better spar'd a better man. Q, 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, Though many dearer, in this bloody fray :Embowell'd will I see thee by and by: Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie, [Exit, Fal. (Rising o Embowell’d l if thou em. bowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder me, and eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no counterfeit: To die, is to be a counterfeit; for he is but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life of a man; but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed. The better part of valour is—discretion; in the which better part,

[Exit King Henry. I have saved my life. Zounds, I am afraid of this

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P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast thou flesh'd Thy maiden sword. P. John. But, soft! whom have we here 3 Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead? P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless and Upon the ground.— [bleeding, 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 Peroy, (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 killed 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 sword. [heard. P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother John.— 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. Ereunt Prince Henry and Prince John. Fal. I'ls 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 Joh N, West MoRelAND, and others, with Worcester, and VERNoN, prisoners.

K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace, on, and terms of love to all of you? And would'st thou turn our offers contrary 2 Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust? Three knights upon our party slain to-day, A noble earl, o many a creature else, Had been alive this hour, 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. too : K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon Other offenders we will pause upon.— [Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. How goes the field f [saw P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when he The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, The noble Percy slain, and all his men Upon the foot .#." . 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. R. 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 § to his pleasure, ransomeless, and free : is valour, shown upon our crests to-day, Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds, Even in . bosom of our adversaries. o: K. Hen. Then this remains,—that we divide our You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, Towards . shall bend you, with your dearest speed, To meet Rombehind, and the prelate Scroop, Who, as we hear, are busily in arms: Myself—and you, son Harry, willtowards Wales, 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. [Exeunt.

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INDUCTION. Warkworth. Before Northumberland's Castle. Enter RUMoUR, painted full of tongues. Rum. Open your ears; For which of you will sto The vent of fairs. 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: #: my tongues continual slanders ride; The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with il. 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, And no such matter; Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures; And of so easy and so plain a stop, That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it. But what need I thus My well-known body to anatomize Among my household? Why is Rumour here?

I run before king Harry's victory;
Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury,
Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his troops,
Quenching the flame of bold rebellion
Even with the rebels' blood. But what mean I
To speak so true at first! my office is
To noise abroad, that Harry Monmouth fell
Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword;
And that the king before the Douglas' rage
Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death.
This have I rumour'd through the peasant towns
Between that royal field of Shrewsbury
And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone,
Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland,
Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on,
And not a man of them brings other news
Than they have learn'd of me; From Rumour's

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Bard. Tell thou the earl, That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here. Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the orchard; Please it your honour, knock but at the gate, And he himself will answer.

Bard. Here comes the earl.
North. What news, lord Bardolph every ini-
nute now

Should be the father of some stratagem:
The times are wild; contention, like a horse
Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,
And bears down .#before him.

Bard. Noble earl,
I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury,

'o. Good, an heaven will !

Bard. As good as heart can wish:— The king is almost wounded to the death ; And, in the fortune of my lord your son, Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts Kill'd by the hand of Douglas; young prince John, And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field; And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk sir John, Is prisoner to your son: 0, such a day, So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won, Came not, till now, to dignify the times, Since Caesar's fortunes!

North. How is this deriv'd? Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury?

Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came from

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Enter TRAVERs. North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come with you? Tra. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd, Out-rode me. After him, came, spurring hard, A gentleman almost forespent with speed, That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse: He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury. He told me, that rebellion had bad luck, And that young Harry !. spur was cold: With that, he gave his able horse the head, And, bending forward, struck his armed heels Against the panting sides of his poor jade to the rowel-head; and, starting so, e seem'd in running to devour the way, Staying no longer question. orth. Ha!—Again. Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold? Of Hotspur, coldspur? that rebellion Had met ill luck! Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what;If my ...i. your son have not the day, Upon mine honour, for a silken point I'll give my barony: never talk of it. orth. Why should the gentleman, that rode by Give then such instances jo. r

Bard. y He was some hilding fellow, that had stol'n The horse he rode on ; and, upon my life, Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news.

Enter MoRTON.

North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, Foretells the nature of a tragic volume: So looks the strond, whereon the imperious flood Hath left a witness'd usurpation.— Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury'

or. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord;

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Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask,
To fright our party.

North. How doth my son, and brother?
Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead ; night,
And would have told him, half his Troy was burn'd :
But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue,
And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it.
This thou would'st say, Your son did thus, and

us; Your brother, thus; so fought the noble Douglas; Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds: But in the ..i. to stop mine ear indeed, Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, Ending with—brother, son, and all are dead. Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet: But, for my lord your son, North. Why, he is dead. See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath! He, that but fears the thing he would not know, Hath, by instinct, knowledge from others' eyes, That what he fear'd is chanced. Yet speak, Morton; Tell thou thy earl, his divination lies; And I will take it as a sweet disgrace, And make thee rich for doing me such wrong. Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid: Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain. North. Yet, for all this, say not, that Percy's I see a strange confession in thine eye: [dead. Thou shak'st thy head; and hold'st it fear, or sin, To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so; The tongue offends not, that reports his death: And he i. sin, that doth belie the dead; Not he, which says the dead is not alive. Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office; and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Remember'd knolling a departing friend. Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead. Mor. I am sorry, I should force you to believe That, which I would to heaven I had not seen: But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, Rend'ring faint quittance, wearied and out-breath'd, To #. ; whose swift wrath beat down The never-daunted Percy to the earth, From whence with life he never more sprung up. In few, his death (whose spirit lent a fire Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,) Being bruited once, took fire and heat away From the best temper'd courage in his troops: For from his metal was his party steel'd; Which once in him abated, all the rest Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead. And as the thing, that's heavy in itself, Upon enforcement, flies with greatest speed; So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss, Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear, That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim, Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, Fly from the field: Then was that noble Worcester Too soon ta'en prisoner; and that furious Scot, The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword Had three times slain the appearance of the king, 'Gan vail his stomach, and § grace the shame Of those that turn'd their backs; and, in his flight, Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all Is, that the king hath won; and hath sent out A .. power, to encounter you, my lord, Under the conduct of young Lancaster, And Westmoreland: this is the news at full. North. For this I shall have time enough to mourn. In poison there is physic; and these news, Having been well, that would have made me sick, Being sick, have in some measure made me well: And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints,

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