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Because some tell me that thou art a king. I P. Henry. What, is it time to jest and dally now? Blunt. They tell thee true.


[Throws it at him, and erit. Doug, The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath | Fal. If Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, king Harry, come in my way, so: if he do not,-if I come la This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee, 15 Inis, willingly, let him make a carbonado' of me. Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.

1 I like not such grinning honours as Sir Walter bath: Blunt. I was not horn a yielder, thou proud Scot; Give me life : which if I can save, so; if not, hoAnd thou shall find a king that will revenge lnour comes unlook'd for, and there's an end. [Exit. Lord Stafford's death.

Fight, Blunt is slain. Enter Hotspur.
Hot. Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon

Another part of the Field.
I never had triumph'd upon a Scot. [thus, Alarums. Ercursions. Enter the King, the

Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies | Prince, Lord John of Lancaster, and the Ear! Hot. Where?

[the king. 1 of Westmoreland. Poug. Here.

[well: 15K. Henry. Harry, withdraw thyself; thou Hot. This, Douglas? no, I know his face fulll | bleed'st too much :A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt; Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.. Semblably' furnish'd like the king himself. | Lan. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.

Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes! | P. Henry. I beseech your majesty, make up, A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear. 20 Lest your retirement do amaze your friends. Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king? | K'. Henry. I will do so :

Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats. My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.

Doug. Now by my sword I will kill all his coats. West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your tent. I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece, T P. Henry. Lead me, my lord: I do not need Until I meet the king.

your help: · Hot. Up, and away :

And heaven forbid, ashallow scratch should drive Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. [Ere. The prince of Wales from such a field as this; Other alarums. Énter Falstaff.

Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on, Fal. Though I could’scape shot-free at Lon- and rebels' arms triumph in massacres ! don, I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, but 30 Lan. We breathe too long:-Come, cousin pon the pate.-Soft! who art thou? Sir Walter]

Westmoreland, Blunt;-there's honour for you: Here's no vani. Tour duty this way lies; for heaven's sake, come. ty'!-I am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy

[Ereunt P. John and West. too: Heaven keep lead out of ine! I need no | P. Henry. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, inore weight than my own bowels.--I have led|35)

Lancaster, my raggamuffins where they are pepper'd: there's! I did not think thee lord of such a spirit: not three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John; they are for the town's end, to beg during life. But now, I do respect thee as my soul. But who comes bere?

K. Henry.I saw him holdlord Percy at the point, Enter Prince Henry.

140 With lustier maintenance than I did look for P. Henry. What, stand'st thou idle here? lend of such an ungrown warrior. me thy sword:

P. Henry. O, this boy Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff

Lends mettle to us all! Under the houfs of vaunting enemies,

Enter Douglas. Whose deaths are unreveng'd: lend nie thy sword./45/ Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's Ful. O H1, I pr’ylhee give me leave to breathe

heads: awhile.-Turk Gregory* never did such deeds in I am the Douglas, fatal to all those arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, That wear those colours on them.--What art thou, I have inade him sure'.

| That counterfeit'st the person of a king? P. Henry. Heis, indeed; and living to kill thee. 50 K. Henry. The king himself: who, Douglas, I prythee, lend me thy sword..

grieves at heart, · Ful. Nay, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st! So many of his shadows thou hast met, · not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt. | And not the very king. I have two boys

P. Henry. Give it me: What, is it in the case: Seek Percy, and thyself, about the field:

Fal. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot: there's that willl55/But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily, 'sack a city. [The Prince druws out a bottle of such.d I will assay thee; so defend thyself.


Si. e, in resemblance, alike. 2 A play upon shot, as it means the part of a reckoning, and a missive weapon discharged from in our author's time, the negative, in common speech, was used to design, ironically, the excess of a thing. - Meaning Gregory the Seventh, called Hildebrand, This furious fríar surmounted almost invincible obstacles to deprive the emperor of his right of investiture of bishops, which his predecessors had long attempted in vain.' Fox, in his His. tory, hath made this Gregory so odious, that I don't doubt but the good Protestants of that time were well pleased to hear him thus characterized, as uniting the attributes of their two great enemies, the Turk and Pope, in one. Sure has two significations--certainly disposed of, and sufe. Falstaff uses it in the former sense; the prince replies to it in the latter. « A quibble on the word sack. ?A car. bonucto is a piece of meat cut cross-wise for the gridiron. • History says, the prince was wounded in the eye by an arrow,



· Doug. I fear thou art another counterfeit; 1 They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king:

my flesh: 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, enter 5 Must have a stop'. O, I could prophesy, Prince Henry.

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

| And food! for Never to hold it up again! The spirits

P. Henry. For worins, brave Percy: Fare thee Ofvaliant Shirley, Stallorci, Blunt, are in my arms: 10

Well, great heart!It is the prince oi Wales that threatens thee;

[ll-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! Who never proiniseth but he means to pay.-- When that this body did contain a spirit,

[They tight; Douglas lieth. JA kingcloin for it was too small a bound; , Cheerly, my lord; how fares your grace:

But now two paces of the yilest earth Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, 115 1s room enough:--This earth, that bears thee dead, And so hath Clifton; I'll to Clifton straight. Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. Ki Henry. Stay, and breathe a-while:

!f thou wert sensible of courtesy, Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion :

I should not make so great a show of zeal: And shew'd, thou makest some ten«ier of my life, But let my favours a hide thy mangled face; , In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me. 20 And, even in thy behalf, l'il thankinyself . P. Henry. O heaven; they did me too inuch For doing these fair rights of tenderness. injury,

Aslieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven! That ever said, I hearken'd for your death. Thy ignomy sleep with thee in the grave, If it were so, I might have let alone

But not remember'd in thy epitaph! The insulting hand of Douglas over you; 25

[lle sees Falstaff on the ground. Which would have been as speedy in your end, What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesta As all the poisonous potions in the world,

Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewel! And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son. I could have better spar'd a better man. K. Henry. Make up to Clifton, I'll to Nicho- 10, I slould have a heavy miss of thee, las Gawsey."

[Erit.\30117 I were much in love with vanity. Enter Hotspur.

Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day, Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. Though many dearer, in this bloody fray:P. Henry. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my mbowell'd will I see thee by and by;

Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. [Erit. Hot. My name is Harry Percy:


Fulstuff, rising slowly. · P. Henrij. Why, then I see

Fal. Imbowell'd! if thou imbowel me to-day, A very valiant rebel of that name.

Ull give you leave to powder me, and eat me I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, too, 10-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time to counterTo share with me in glory any more:

| Heit, or that bot termagant Scot had paid me scot Two stars keep not their inotion in one sphere; 10 and lot too. Counterteil! I lie, I am no counterNor can one England brook a double reign, Jteit: To die, is to be a counterfeit ; for he is but Of Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales. I the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life of

Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, fur the bour is come a man: but to counterfeit dying, when a man To end the one of us; And would to heaven, thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true Thy name in arins were now as great as mine! 45 and perfect image of life indeed. The better part P. Henry. I'll make it greater, ere I part from of valour is--discretion; in the which better part, thee;

I have sav'd my life. I am afraid of this gunpowa And all the budding honours on thy crest

der 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 Ilot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. [Fight. 50 prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll make Entor Falstatt.

him sure: yea, and I'll swear I kill'd him. Ful Well said, Ilal! to it, Hal !-Nay, you! Why may he not rise, as well as I ? Nothing shall one no boy's play here, I can tell you. I feonfutes ine but eyes, and nobody sees me. Enter Douglas; he rights with Fulstaff, toho fully Therefore, sirrah, with a new wound in your

down as if he were dead. Percy is wounded, 55 thigh, come you along with me. and fulls.

[Takes Hotspur on his back. Hot. (), Harry, thou hast robb’d me of my youth: Re-enter Prince Henry, and John of Lancaster. I better brook ihe loss of brittle life,

P. Henry. Come, brother John, full bravely Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;

hast thou flesh'd


'Dr. Johnson comments on this passage thus: “ Hotspur in his last moments endeavours to console himself. The glory of the prince wounds his thoughts; but thought, being dependent on life, must cease with it, and will soon be at an end. Life, on which thought depends, is itself of no great value. being the fool and sport of time ; of time, which, with all its dominion over sublunary things, must itselt at last ve stopped.See note', p. 401. * To powder is to salt,

Thy Thy maiden sword.

of Wales, Lord John of Lancaster, Earl of WestLan. But, sott! who have we here?

moreland,withWorcester,andVernon,prisoners, Did rou not tell me, this fat man was dead? | K.Henry. Thusever did rebellion find rebuke.Pilinry. I did; I saw him dead, breathless 1111-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace, and bleeding

5 Pardon, and terms of love to all of you? Upon the ground.

And would'st thou turn our offers contrary? Art thou alive? or is it fantasy

Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust? That plays upon our eye-sight? I pr'ythee,speak; Three knights upon our party slain to-day, We will vot trust our eyes, without our ears: A noble earl, and many a creature else, Thou art not what thou seem'st. ,

10 Had been alive this hour, Ful. No, that's certain ; I am not a double If, like a christian, thou hadst truly borne man: but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Betwixt our armies true intelligence. Jack. There is Percy: [throwing the body down] | Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to; if your father' will do me any honour, su; if not, And I embrace this fortune patiently, let him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be 15 Since not to be avoided it falls on me. [rion too; either earl or duke, I can assure you.

| K.Henry. Bear Worcester to the death, and VetP. Henry. Why, Percy 1 killd myself, and saw Other otsenders we will pause upon.thee dead."

[Ereunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. Fal. Didst thou?-Lord, lord, how this world How goes the field?

[he sak is given to lying!-I grant you, I was down, and 201 P. Henry. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when out of breath; and so was he: but we rose both The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrews- The noble Percy slain, and all his men bury clock. If I may be believ'd, so : if not, let Upon the foot of fear,-tied with the rest ; them, that should reward valour, bear the sin And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis'd, upon their own heads. I'll take it upon my death, 25 That the pursuers took him. At niy tent I gave himn this wound in the thigh; if the man The Douglas is ; and I beseech your grace, were alive, and would deny it, I would make him I may dispose of him. eat a piece of my sword.

ki Henry. With all my heart,

[tou Lan. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard. P. Henry. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to P.Henry. This is the strangest fellow, brother 30 This honourable bounty shall belong:

Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: Up to his pleasure, ransoinless, and free:
For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,

His valour, shewn upon our crests to-day,
I'll gild it with the happiest terms i have.

Hatla taught us how to cherish such high deeds, [A retreat is sounded. 35 Even in the bosom of our adversaries. The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours.

K. Henry. Then this remains that we divide Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field,

our power.To see what friends are living, who are dead. You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland,

[Ereunt. Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He 40

speed, that rewards me, heaven reward him! If I do! To meet Northumberland, and the prelateScroop, grow great, l'll grow less; for l'll purge, and leave Who, as we hear, are busily in arms: sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. Myself, and yoii, son Harry, will towards Wales,

[Erit, bearing of the body! To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March. SCENE V.

145 Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,

Meeting the check of such another day:
Another part of the Field.

And since this business so fair is done,
The trumpets sound. Enter King Henry, Prince Let us not leave 'till all our own be won. [Exeunt.






Enter Rumour, painted full of tongues. I My well-known body to anatomize Rum. PEN your ears; For which ot you will' Among my houshold? Why is Rumour here! V. stop

I run before king Harry's victory; The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks: Who, in a bloody tield by Shrewsbury, 1, from the orient to the drooping west, 15 Hath beaten down young Hotspur and his troops, Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold Quenching the flanie of bold rebellion The acts commenced on this ball of earth: Even with the rebels' blood. But what mean I Upon my tongues continual slanders ride ;

To speak so true at first? My office is The which in every language I pronounce, To noise abroad, that Harry Monmouth fell Stuffing the ears of men with false reports. 110 Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword; I speak of peace, while covert enmity,

And that the king before the Douglas' rage Under the smile of safety, wounds the world : Stoop'd bis anointed head as low as death. And who but Rumour, who but only 1,

This have I rumour'd through the peasant towns Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence; Between that royal field of Shrewsbury Whilst the big year, swoln with some other grief, 15 And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone, Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, Aud no such matter? kumour is a pipe

Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on, Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures;

And pot a man of them brings other news And of so easy and so plain a stop,

Than they have learn'd of me; From Rumour's That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,

tongues The still-discordant wavering multitude,

They bring sinooth comforts falsc, worse than true Can play upon it. But what need I thus






FALSTAFF, Poins, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, HENRY, Prince of Wales, afterwards

| Peto, and PAGE.

Shallow, anul Silence, Country Justices. John, Duke of Bedford,

This sons.

DAVY, sertant to Shallow. . HUMPHREY, Duke of Gloster,

Phang and SNARE, two Serjcants. THOMAS, Duke of Clarence,


SHADOW, SCROOP, Archbishop of York,

Recruits. Lord MOWBRAY,


against the



Lady Percy. Earl of WARWICK,



of the King's party. HARCOURT, Lord Chief Justice,

Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, &c.- SCENE, England.


А С ТІ. S C E N E 1. I Bard. Tell thou the earl, Northumberland's Castle at Warkworth. That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here. The Porter at the Gate; Enter Lord Bardolph. Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the orBard. W HO keeps the gate here, ho?

chard; W Where is the earl?

15 Please it your honour, knock but at the gate, Port. What shall I say you are?

1 And he himself will answer. 'The transactions comprized in this History take up about nine years. The action commences with the account of Hotspur's being defeated and killed, and closes with the death of king Henry IV. and the coronation of king Henry V.


Enter Northumberland.

I lI'll give my barony: never talk of it. Bard. Here comes the earl.

| North. Why should the gentleman, that rode North. What news, Lord Bardolph? Every

by Travers,
minute now

| Give then such instances of loss?
Should be the father of some stratagem: 151 Bard. Who, he?
The times are wild; contention, like a horse He was some hilding* fellow, that had stol'n
Full of high feeding, madly hath broke louse, The horse he rode on; and, upon my life,
And bears down all before hiin.

Spoke at adventure. Look, here comes more news. urd. Noble earl,

Enter Morton. I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. 110! North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-lear, North. Good, an heaven will

Foretells the nature of a tragick volume: Bard. As good as heart can wish:

So looks the strond, whereon the imperious flood The king is almost wounded to the death;

Hath left a witness'd usurpation.And, in the fortune of my lord your son,

Say, Morton, did'st thou come from Shrewsbury? Prince Harry slain outright: and both the Blunt: 15Mort. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord; Kill'd by the hand of Douglas: young prince John, Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask, And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field; To fright our party. And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk sir John, | North. How doth my son and brother? Is prisoner to your son: O such a day,

Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek So fought, so tollow'd, and so fairly won, 20 Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Came not, 'till now, to dignify the times,

Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, Since Cæsar's fortunes.

So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begones, . North. How is this deriv'd?

|Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury? And would have told him, half his Troy was burn'd: Burd. I spake with one, my lord, that came 25 Bat Priain found the fire, ere he his tongue, from thence;

And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it. A gentleman well bred, and of good name,

Thiswould'st thousay,-Yourson didthus, and thus; That freely rendered me these news for true. Your brother, thus; so fought the noble Douglas; North. Here comes my servant Travers, whom Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds : I sent

130 But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed, On Tuesday last to listen after news.

Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, Burd. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; Ending with brother, son, and all are dead. And he is furnish'd with po certainties,

| Mort. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet: More than he haply may retail froin me... But for my lord your son, Enter Travers.

135/ North.' Why, he is dead. North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath! with you?

| He, that but fears the thing he would not know, Tra. My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back Hath, by instinct, knowledge from other's eyes, With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd, That, what he fear'dischanc'd. Yet speak, Morton, Out-rode mne. After him, came, spurring hard, 140 Tell thou thy earl, his divination lies; A gentleman almost forspent' with speed,

And I will take it as a sweet disgrace, That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloody'd horse: And make thee rich for doing me such wrong. lle ask'd the way to Chester; and of him

| Mort. You are too great to be by me gainsaid: I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury. Your spirit is too true, your fears ton certain. He told me, that rebellion had bad luck, 45 North. Yet, forallthis, say not that Percy's dead. And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold : I l see a strange confession in thine eye: With that, he gave his able horse the head,

Thou shak'st thy head; an. i hold'st it fear', or sin, And, bending forward, struck his armed heels To speak the truth. If he be slain, say so: Against the panting sides of his poor jade?

The tongue offends not, that reports his death : Up to the rowel-head; and, starting so, 50 And he doth sin, that doth belie the dead; He seem'd in running to devour the way,

Not he, which says the dead is not alive. Staving no longer question.

Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
North. Hallgain,

Hath but a losing office; and his tongue
Saist he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold? sounds ever after as a sulien bell,
Of Hotspur, coldspur? that rebellion

155 Remember'd knolling a departing friend. Had met ill luck?

Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead. Bard. My lorrl, I'll tell you what;

Mlort. I am sorry, I should force you to believe If my young lord your son have not the day, That, which I would to heaven I had not seen: Upon mine honour, for a silken point

| But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, "To forspend is to waste, to exhaust. ? Jade seems anciently to have signified that we now call a hackney; a beast employed in drudgery, opposed to a horse hept for show, or to be rid by its master. Poor jade here means the horse wearied with his journey. ? A point is a string tagged, or lace. * For hilderling, i. e. base, degenerate. 5 Mr. Steevens observes, that in the time of our poet, the title-page to an elegy, as well as every intermediate leaf, was totally blank. i. e. so far gone in toe. Fear for danger.


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