52 20 60 come 68 The Prince of Wales from such a field as this, 12 That ever said I hearken’d for your death. If it were so, I might have let alone As all the poisonous potions in the world, 56 Our duty this way lies: for God's sake, come. 16 And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son. [Exeunt JOHN OF LANCASTER and K. Hen. Make up to Clifton: I'll to Sir WESTMORELAND. Nicholas Gawsey. [Exit. Prince. By God, thou hast deceiv'd me, Lancaster; Enter HOTSPUR. I did not think thee lord of such a spirit: Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Mon. Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John; mouth. But now, I do respect thee as my soul. Prince. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my K. Hen. I saw him hold Lord Percy at the name. point Hot. My name is Harry Percy. With lustier maintenance than I did look for Prince, Why, then, I see Of such an ungrown warrior. A very valiant rebel of that name. Prince. Oi this boy I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Lends mettle to us all. [Exit. Percy, To share with me in glory any more: 64 Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS. Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere; Doug. Another king? they grow like Hydra's Nor can one England brook a double reign, heads: 25 Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales. I ain the Douglas, fatal to all those Hot. Nor shall it, Harry; for the hour is That wear those colours on them: what art thou, To end the one of us; and would to God That counterfeit'st the person of a king? 28 Thy name in arms were now as great as mine! K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, Prince. I'll make it greater ere I part from grieves at heart thee; So many of his shadows thou hast met And all the budding honours on thy crest 72 And not the very king. I have two boys I'll crop, to make a garland for my head. Seek Percy and thyself about the field: Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily, [They fight. I will assay thee; so defend thyself. Doug. I fear thou art another counterfeit; Enter FALSTAFF. And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king: Fal. Well said, Hall to it, Hal! Nay, you But mine I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be, shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. 76 And thus I win thee. [They fight. KING HENRY being in Re-enter DoUGLAS; he fights with FALSTAFF, danger, re-enter the PRINCE. who falls down as if he were dead, and exit Prince. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou DOUGLAS. HOTSPUR is wounded, and falls. art like Hot. O, Harry! thou hast robb'd me of my Never to hold it up again! the spirits youth. Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my I better brook the loss of brittle life Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee, They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword Who never promiseth but he means to pay. [They fight: DOUGLAS flies. But thought's the slave of life, and life time's Cheerly, my lord: how fares your Grace? fool; Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, And time, that takes survey of all the world, And so hath Clifton: I'll to Clifton straight. Must have a stop. O! I could prophesy, K. Hen. Stay, and breathe awhile. But that the earthy and cold hand of death 84 Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion, 48 Lies on my tongue. No, Percy, thou art dust, And show'd thou mak'st some tender of my life, And food for [Dies. In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me. Prince. For worms, brave Percy. Fare theo Prince. O Goul they did me too much well, great heart! injury Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! 32 40 arms: my flesh: 80 44 But now, a 147 100 108 a When that this body did contain a spirit, 89 We will not trust our eyes without our ears: A kingdom for it was too small a bound; Thou art not what thou seem'st. 140 two paces of the vilest earth Fal. No, that's certain; I am not a double Is room enough: this earth, that bears thee man: but if I be not Jack Falstaff , then am I a dead, 92 Jack. There is Percy (throwing the body down]: Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. if your father will do me any honour, so; if not, If thou wert sensible of courtesy, let him kill the next Percy himself. I look to I should not make so dear a show of zeal: be either earl or duke, I can assure you. But let my favours hide thy mangled face, 96 Prince. Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself thee dead. For doing these fair rites of tenderness. Fal. Didst thou? Lord, Lord! how this world Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven! is given to lying. I grant you I was down and Thy ignomy sleep with thee in the grave, out of breath, and so was he; but we rose both But not remember'd in thy epitaphi at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrews[He spies FALSTAFF on the ground. bury clock. If I may be believed, so; if not, let Whatl old acquaintance! could not all this flesh them that should reward valour bear the sin Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell! upon their own heads. I'll take it upon my I could have better spar'd a better man. 104 death, I gave him this wound in the thigh: if O! I should have a heavy miss of thes the man were alive and would deny it, 'zounds, If I were much in love with vanity. I would make him eat a piece of my sword. 157 Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day, Lanc. This is the strangest tale that e'er I Though many dearer, in this bloody fray. heard. Embowell’d will I see thee by and by: Prince. This is the strangest fellow, brother Till then in blood by noble Percy lie. [Exit. John. Fal. [Rising.) Embowelled! if thou embowel Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: me to day, I'll give you leave to powder me and For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, 161 eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sbloodl 'twas time to I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid [A retreat is sounded. me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no The trumpet sounds retreat; the day is ours. counterfeit: to die, is to be a counterfeit; for he come, brother, let us to the highest of the field, is but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not To see what friends are living, who are dead. 165 the life of a man; but to counterfeit dying, when [Exeunt the PRINCE and JOHN OF a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but LANCASTER. the true and perfect image of life indeed. The Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He better part of valour is discretion; in the which that rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow better part, I have saved my life. 'Zounds! I great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave am afraid of this gunpowder Percy though he sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. be dead: how, if he should counterfeit too ana [Exit. rise? By my faith I am afraid he would prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll make him SCENE V.-Another Part of the Field. sure; yea, and I'll swear I killed him. Why may not he rise as well as I? Nothing confutes me The trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY, the but eyes, and nobody sees me: therefore, sirrah PRINCE, JOHN OF LANCASTER, WESTMORE[stabbing him), with a new wound in your thigh LAND, and Others, with WORCESTER and come you along with me. VERNON prisoners. (He takes HOTSPUR on his back. K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.' Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace, Re-enter the PRINCE and JOHN OF LANCASTER. Pardon, and terms of love to all of you? Prince. Come, brother John; full bravely And wouldst thou turn our offers contrary? 4 hast thou flesh'd 132 Misuse the tenour of thy kinsman's trust? Thy maiden sword. Three knights upon our party slain to-day, If like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne Wor. What I have done my safety urg'd me That plays upon our eyesight? I prithee, speak; i 8 to; 28 16 he saw And I embrace this fortune patiently, 12 Up to his pleasure, ransomless, and free: His valour shown upon our crests today deeds, Other offenders we will pause upon. Even in the bosom of our adversaries. (Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded. Lanc. I thank your Grace for this high courHow goes the field? tesy, 32 Prince. The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when Which I shall give away immediately. K. Hen. Then this remains, that we divide The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, our power. The noble Percy slain, and all his men You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland Upon the foot of fear, fled with the rest; 20 Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest And falling from a hill he was so bruis'd speed, 36 That the pursuers took him. At my tent To meet Northumberland and the prelate Scroop, The Douglas is, and I beseech your Grace Who, as we hear, are busily in arms: I may dispose of him. Myself and you, son Harry, will towards Wales, K. Hen. With all my heart. 24 To fight with Glendower and the Earl of March. Prince. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, 41 you Meeting the check of such another day: This honourable bounty shall belong. And since this business so fair is done, Go to the Douglas, and deliver him Let us not leave till all our own be won. [Exeunt a RUMOUR, the Presenter, SIR JOHN FALSTAFF. KING HENRY THE FOURTH. His Page. HENRY, Prince of Wales; afterwards BARDOLPH. King Henry the Fifth. PISTOL. THOMAS, Duke of Clarence, His Sons. POINS. JOHN OF LANCASTER, РЕТо. HUMPHREY OF GLOUCESTER, SHALLOW and SILENCE, Country Justices. EARL OF WARWICK, DAVY, Servant to Shallow. EARL OF WESTMORELAND, MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, and BULLEARL OF SURREY, Of the King's CALF, Recruits. GOWER, party. FANG and SNARE, Sheriff's Officers. HARCOURT, A Porter. A Dancer, Speaker of the Epilogue. LADY NORTHUMBERLAND. LADY PERCY. of York, MISTRESS QUICKLY, Hostess of a tavern in LORD MOWBRAY, Opposites to Eastcheap. LORD HASTINGS, the King. DOLL TEARSHEET. LORD BARDOLPH, SIR JOHN COLEVILE, TRAVERS and MORTON, Retainers of Northum Lords and Attendants; Officers, Soldiers, Mes. berland. senger, Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, &c. SCENE.—England. 16 20 INDUCTION. Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures, That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, My well-known body to anatomize I run before King Harry's victory; troops, To speak so true at first? my office is Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword, Make fearful musters and prepar'd defence, 12 And that the king before the Douglas' rage Whilst the big year, swoln with some other grief, Stoop'd his anointed head as low as dealh. 32 Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, This have I rumour'd through the peasant And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe towns 28 28 Bel ween the royal field of Shrewsbury That freely render'd me these news for true. And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone, North. Here comes my servant Travers, Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, whom I sent Lies crafty-sick. The posts come tiring on, 37 On Tuesday last to listen after news. And not a man of them brings other news L. Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the Than they have learn'd of me: from Rumour's way; tongues And he is furnish'd with no certainties They bring smooth comforts false, worse than More than he haply may retail from me. 32 true wrongs. [Exit. Enter TRAVERS. North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come with you? SCENE I.- Warkworth. Before NORTHUMBERLAND's Castle, Tra. My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back Enter LORD BARDOLPH. With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd, L. Bard. Who keeps the gate here? ho! Out-rode me. After him came spurring hard 36 [The Porter opens the gate. A gentleman, almost forspent with speed, Where is the earl? That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied Port. What shall I say you are? horse. L. Bard. Tell thou the earl He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here. I did demand what news from Shrewsbury. 40 Port. His Lordship is walk'd forth into the He told me that rebellion had bad luck, orchard: 4 And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold. Please it your honour knock but at the gate, With that he gave his able horse the head, And he himnself will answer. And, bending forward struck his armed heels 44 Against the panting sides of his poor jade Up to the rowel-head, and, starting so, Here comes the earl. He seem'd in running to devour the way, [Exit Porter. Staying no longer question. North. What news, Lord Bardolph? every North. Hal Again: minute now Said he young Harry Percy's spur was cold? Should be the father of some stratagem. 8 Of Hotspur, Coldspur? that rebellion The times are wild; contention, like a horse Had met ill luck? Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose L. Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what: And bears down all before him. If my young lord your son have not the day, 52 L. Bard. Noble earl, Upon mine honour, for a silken point I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. 12 I'll give my barony: never talk of it. North. Good, an God will! North. Why should the gentleman that rode L. Bard. As good as heart can wish. by Travers L. Bard. Who, he? 56 Prince Harry slain outright; and both the He was some hilding fellow that had stolen Blunts 16 The horse he rode on, and, upon my life, Kill'd by the hand of Douglas; young Prince Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more John Enter MORTON. North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a titleIs prisoner to your son: O! such a day, leaf, So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won, Foretells the nature of a tragic volume: Came not till now to dignify the times So looks the strond, whereon the imperious flood Since Cæsar's fortunes. Hath left a witness'd usurpation. North. How is this deriv'd? Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury? Saw you the field ? came you from Shrewsbury? Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord; L. Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask came from thence; 25 To fright our party. A gentleman well bred and of good name, North, How doth my son and brother? news. 20 60 |