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Nor claim no further than your new-fallen
right, The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster. To this we swore our aid. But in short space It rain'd down fortune show'ring on your head ; And such a flood of greatness fell on you, What with our help, what with the absent King, What with the injuries of a wanton time, The seeming sufferances that you had borne, And the contrarious winds that held the King So long in his unlucky Irish wars That all in England did repute him dead; And from this swarm of fair advantages You took occasion to be quickly wood To gripe the general sway into your hand; Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster; And being fed by us you us'd us so As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird, Useth the sparrow ; did oppress our nest; Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk That even our love durst not come near your
sight For fear of swallowing ; but with nimble wing We were enforc'd, for safety sake, to fly Out of your sight and raise this present head; Whereby we stand opposed by such means As you yourself have forg'd against yourself By unkind usage, dangerous countenance, And violation of all faith and troth Sworn to us in your younger enterprise. King. These things indeed you have articu
late, Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches, To face the garment of rebellion With some fine colour that may please the eye Of fickle changelings and poor discontents, Which gape and rub the elbow at the news Of hurly-burly innovation. And never yet did insurrection want Such water-colours to impaint his cause ; Nor moody beggars, starving for a time Of pell-mell havoc and confusion. Prince. In both your armies there is many a
soul Shall pay full dearly for this encounter, If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew, 86 The Prince of Wales doth join with all the
world In praise of Henry Percy. By my hopes, This present enterprise set off his head, I do not think a braver gentleman, More active-valiant or more valiant-young, More daring or more bold, is now alive To grace this latter age with noble deeds. For my part, I may speak it to my shame, I have a truant been to chivalry ; And so I hear he doth account me too ; Yet this before my father's majesty : I am content that he shall take the odds Of his great name and estimation, And will, to save the blood on either side, Try fortune with him in a single fight. King. And, Prince of Wales, so dare we
venture thee, Albeit considerations infinite Do make against it. No, good Worcester, no, We love our people well; even those we love
SCENE I. (The King's camp near Shrewsbury.] Enter the KING, PRINCE OF WALES, LORD
John OF LANCASTER, SIR WALTER BLUNT, and FALSTAFF.
King. How bloodily the sun begins to peer Above yon busky hill! The day looks pale At his distemperature. Prince.
The southern wind Doth play the trumpet to his purposes, And by his hollow whistling in the leaves Foretells a tempest and a blust'ring day.
King. Then with the losers let it sympathize, For nothing can seem foul to those that win.
[The trumpet sounds. Enter WORCESTER (and VERNON). How now, my Lord of Worcester! 't is not well That you and I should meet upon such terms 10 As now we meet. You have deceiv'd our trust, And made us doff our easy robes of peace, To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel. This is not well, my lord, this is not well. What say you to it? Will you again unknit 15 This churlish knot of all-abhorred war? And move in that obedient orb again Where you did give a fair and natural light, And be no more an exhal'd meteor, A prodigy of fear and a portent Of broached mischief to the unborn times ?
Wor. Hear me, my liege. For mine own part, I could be well content To entertain the lag-end of my life With quiet hours; for I do protest, I have not sought the day of this dislike. King. You have not sought it ! How comes
it, then ? Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found
it. Prince. Peace, chewet, peace! Wor. It pleas'd your Majesty to turn your
looks Of favour from myself and all our house ; And yet I must remember you, my lord, We were the first and dearest of your friends. For you my staff of office did I break In Richard's time; and posted day and night 36 To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand, When yet you were in place and in account Nothing so strong and fortunate as I. It was myself, my brother, and his son, That brought you home and boldly did' outdare The dangers of the time. You swore to us, And you did swear that oath at Doncaster, That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state;
That are misled upon your cousin's part;
(Exeunt Worcester (and Vernon).
charge, For, on their answer, will we set on them ; And God befriend us, as our cause is just !
[Exeunt all but the Prince of Wales
and Falstaff: Fal. Hal, if thou see me down in the battle and bestride me, so; 't is a point of friendship.
Prince. Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship. Say thy prayers, and farewell.
Fal. I would 't were bed-time, Hal, and all well. Prince. Why, thou owest God a death.
[Erit.] Fal. 'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay hin before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, 't is no matter; honour pricks me on. (130 Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? How then? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? No. What is honour ? A word. (136 What is in that word honour ? What is that honour ? Air ; a trim reckoning! Who hath it? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No.' 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live 140 with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I 'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
Ver. T were best he did.
Then are we all undone.
a To punish this offence in other faults. Supposition all our lives shall be stuck full of
eyes ; For treason is but trusted like the fox, Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd and lock'd up, Will have a wild trick of his ancestors. Look how we can, or sad or merrily, Interpretation will misquote our looks, And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,
The better cherish'd, still the nearer death. .
Ver. Deliver what you will; I'll say 't is so. Here comes your cousin.
Enter HOTSPUR (and DOUGLAS). Hot. My uncle is return'd; Deliver up my Lord of Westmoreland. Uncle, what news? Wor. The King will bid you battle pre
sently. Doug. Defy him by the Lord of Westmore
land. Hot. Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so. Doug. Marry, and shall, and very willingly.
(Erit. Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the
Wor. I told him gently of our grievances,
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 Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on. Wor. The Prince of Wales stepp'd forth
before the King, And, nephew, challeng'd you to single fight. Hot. O, would the quarrel lay upon our
heads, And that no man might draw short breath to
day But I and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me, How show'd his tasking ? Seem'd it in cour
tempt ? 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, Making you ever better than his praise By still 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 mast'red there a double spirit Of teaching and of learning instantly, There did he pause ; but let me tell the world, If he outlive the envy of this day,
Doug. All 's done, apoi a Scot.
England did never owe so sweet a hope,
Hot. Cousin, I think thou art enamoured 70
Enter a MESSENGER.
Hot. I cannot read them now.
Enter another MESSENGER. (2.) Mess. My lord, prepare ; the King comes
on apace. 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 l'intend to stain With the best blood that I can meet withal 25 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 100 A second time do such a courtesy.
(They embrace (and exeunt]. [SCENE III. Plain between the camps.) The trumpets sound. The King enters with his power and passes over. Alarum to the battle.
Then enter Douglas and SIR WALTER
thus Thou crossest me? What honour dost thou seek Upon my head ?
Know then, my name is Douglas ;
Blunt. They tell thee true.
(They fight. Douglas kills Blunt.
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
Blunt ; Semblably furnish'd like the King himself. Doug. Ah!"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? Hot. 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 fairly for the day.
[Ereunt. Alarum. Enter FALSTAFF, solus. Fal. 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 [85 have led my ragamuffins where they are pep. per'd. 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? 40
Enter the PRINCE. Prince. 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 unreveng'd. prithee,
lend me thy sword. Fal. O Hal, I prithee, 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. Prince. He is, indeed ; and living to kill thee. I prithee, lend me thy sword.
Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou gets not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt. Prince. Give it me. What, is it in the case ?
Fal. Ay, Hal; 't is hot, 't is hot. There's that will sack a city.
[The Prince draws it out, and finds
it to be a bottle of sack. Prince. What, is it a time to jest and dally now?
(He throws the bottle at him. Erit. 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 car-'[c
bonado 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 unlook'd for, and there's an end.
(Exit. 66 SCENE (IV. Another part of the field.] Alarum. Excursions. Enter the KING, the PRINCE
(wounded), LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER, and EARL OF WESTMORELAND. King. I prithee, Harry, withdraw thyself ; thou bleedest too
much. Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.
Lan. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
Prince. I beseech your Majesty, make up, 6 Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
King. I will do so. My Lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. 'West. Come, my lord, I 'll lead you to your
tent. Prince. Lead me, my lord ? I do not need
your help: And God 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 ! Lan. We breathe too long. Come, cousin
Westmoreland, Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come.
[Exeunt Prince John and Westmore
land.] Prince. By God, thou hast deceiv'd me,
I do respect thee as my soul.
0, this boy Lends mettle to us all !
(Exit. Enter DOUGLAS. Doug. Another king ! they grow like Hy
dra's heads. I am the Douglas, fatal to all those That wear those colours on them. What art
thou, That connterfeit'st the person of a king ? King. The King himself; who, Douglas,
grieves at heart
Doug. I fear thon art another counterfeit ; 85
PRINCE OF WALES. Prince. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou
art like Never to hold it up again! The spirits
Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee, Who never promiseth but he means to pay.
[They fight : Douglas fiic. Cheerly, my lord, how fares your Grace ? Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, And so hath Clifton. I'll to Clifton straight.
King. 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. 49 Prince. O God I they did me too much in
jury That ever said I heark’ned for your death. If it were so, I might have let alone The insulting hand of Douglas over you, Which would have been as speedy in your end As all the poisonous potions in the world, And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son. King. Make up to Clifton. I'll to Sir Nicho las Gawsey.
Why, then I see
Percy, To share with me in glory any more. Two stars keep not their 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
[They fight. Enter FALSTAFF. Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal! Nay, you shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. Re-enter Douglas ; he fights with Falstaff, who falls down as if he were dead (and erit Douglas. Hotspur is wounded, and falls). Hot. 0, Harry, thou hast robb’d me of my
Lies on my tongue. No, Percy, thou art dust, 45 And food for
[Dies.] Prince. For worms, brave Percy. Fare thee
well, great heart! Ill-weav'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 Ls room 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 ; But let 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 ignomy sleep with thee in the grave, But not rememb'red in thy epitaph?
(He spieth Falstat 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. 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, Though many dearer, in this bloody fray. Embowell'd will I see thee by and by ; Till then in blood by noble Percy lie. (Erit.
Fal. (Rising up.) Embowell'd ! if thou embowel me today, I'll give you leave to powder me and eat me too to-morrow. 'Sblood, 't was 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 (116 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 (120 of valour is discretion; in the which better part I have saved my life. 'Zounds, I am afraid of this gunpowder Percy, though he be dead. How, if he should counterfeit too and rise ? By my faith, I am afraid he would (125 prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll make him sure ; yea, and I'll swear I kill'd him. Why may not he rise as well as I ? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore, sirrah (stabbing him), with a new (130 wound in your thigh, come you along with me.
[Takes up Hotspur on his back. Re-enter the PRINCE OF WALES and LORD JOHN
hast thou flesh'd Thy maiden sword.
Lan. But, soft! whom have we here ? Did you not tell me this fat man was dead ? 136
Prince. I did ; I saw him dead, Breathless and bleeding on the ground. Art
thou alive? Or is it fantasy that plays upon our eyesight? I prithee, speak; we will not trust our eyes Without our ears. Thou art not what thou
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. Prince. Why, Percy I kill'd myself, and saw
thee dead. Fal. Didst thon? 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 [150 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 (155 and would deny it, 'zounds, I would make him eat a piece of my sword. Lan. This is the strangest tale that ever I
heard. Prince. This is the strangest fellow, brother
John. Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back. 160 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 us to the highest of the
field, To see what friends are living, who are dead. 186
(Exeunt (Prince of Wales and Lan
caster). 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. SCENE (V. Another part of the field.] The trumpets sound. Enter the KING, PRINCE
OF WALES, LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER, EARL OF WESTMORELAND, with WORCESTER and VERNON prisoners. King. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke. Ill-spirited Worcester! did not we send grace, Pardon, and terms of love to all of you ? And wouldst thou turn our offers contrary? Misuse the tenour 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, If like a Christian thou hadst truly borne Betwixt our armies true intelligence.
Wor. What I have done my safety urg'd me And I embrace this fortune patiently, Since not to be avoided it falls on me. King. Bear Worcester to the death and Ver
non too. Other offenders we will pause upon.
[Exeunt Worcester and Vernon
(guarded]. How goes the field ?
Prince. The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when