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]. Of broached mischief to the unborn times? For mine own part, I could be well content 20 25 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; 30 In Richard's time; and posted day and night 35 41 Nor claim no further than your new-fallen right, 45 50 The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster. sight 60 90 25 I do not think a braver gentleman, Albeit considerations infinite Do make against it. No, good Worcester, no, We love our people well; even those we love 100 [Exeunt Worcester [and Vernon]. Prince. It will not be accepted, on my life. The Douglas and the Hotspur both together 116 Are confident against the world in arms. King. Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge, 120 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. 126 [Exit.] Fal. 'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him 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. [135 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. "T is 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. [Exit. SCENE II. [The rebel camp.] The liberal and kind offer of the King. Then are we all undone. 5 It is not possible, it cannot be, The better cherish'd, still the nearer death. " A hare-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen. 20 25 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. Wor. The King will bid you battle presently. Doug. Defy him by the Lord of Westmoreland. 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 King. 35 Hot. Did you beg any? God forbid! Wor. I told him gently of our grievances, Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus, By now forswearing that he is forsworn. He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge " With haughty arms this hateful name in us. Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue, There did he pause; but let me tell the world, Enter a MESSENGER. Mess. My lord, here are letters for you. O gentlemen, the time of life is short! To spend that shortness basely were too long, If die, brave death, when princes die with us! Enter another MESSENGER. 80 85 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 95 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 BLUNT. Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus Thou crossest me? What honour dost thou seek 5 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. 10 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. Douglas kills 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. 25 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. 99 [Exeunt. 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 [35 have led my ragamuffins where they are pepper'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 Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms. 45 It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee, In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me. 50 Prince. O God! they did me too much injury That ever said I heark'ned for your death. Enter HOTSPUR. 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 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 #6 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 prophesy, But that the earthy and cold hand of death [He spieth 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. 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. 109 [Exit. Fal. (Rising up.) Embowell'd! if thou embowel me to-day, 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 [115 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 OF LANCASTER. Prince. Come, brother John; full bravely hast thou flesh'd 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 [165 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. 180 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. 165 [Exeunt [Prince of Wales and Lancaster]. 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. SCENE [V. Another part of the field.] [Exit. 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. If like a Christian thou hadst truly borne 10 Wor. What I have done my safety urg'd me to; And I embrace this fortune patiently, King. Bear Worcester to the death and Ver non too. Other offenders we will pause upon. 15 [Exeunt Worcester and Vernon [guarded]. How goes the field? Prince. The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when he saw |