SCENE III.
Plain near Shrewsbury.
The King entereth with his power. Alarum to the battle.
Then enter Douglas, and Blunt.
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;9Q0713
And thou shalt find a king that will revenge
Lord Stafford's death.
-- 412 --
Fight, Blunt is slain. Enter Hotspur.
Hot.
O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,
I never had triumph'd upon a Scot.9Q0714
Doug.
All's done, all's 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 was Blunt;
Semblably furnish'd4 note
like the king himself.
Doug.
A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes5 note
!
A borrow'd 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,
-- 413 --
Until I meet the king.
Hot.
Up, and away;
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.
[Exeunt.
Other alarums. Enter Falstaff.
Fal.
Though I could 'scape 6 note
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: 7 note
Here's no vanity!—I am as
-- 414 --
hot as molten lead, and as heavy too: Heaven keep
lead out of me! I need no more weight than mine
own bowels.—I have led my raggamuffins 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?
Enter Prince Henry.
P. Henry.
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: lend me thy sword.
Fal.
O Hal, I pr'ythee, give me leave to breathe a
while.—8 noteTurk Gregory never did such deeds in arms,
as I have done this day. 9 note
I have paid Percy, I have
made him sure.
P. Henry.
He is, indeed; and living to kill thee.
I pr'ythee, lend me thy sword.
Fal.
Nay, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st not
my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.
P. Henry.
Give it me: What, is it in the case?
-- 415 --
Fal.
Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will
1 note
sack a city.
[The Prince draws out a bottle of sack2 note
.
P. Henry.
What, is it a time to jest and dally now?
[Throws it at him, and exit.
Fal.
3 note
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 4 note
a carbonado of me. I like
-- 416 --
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.
Samuel Johnson [1778], The plays of William Shakspeare. In ten volumes. With the corrections and illustrations of various commentators; to which are added notes by Samuel Johnson and George Steevens. The second edition, Revised and Augmented (Printed for C. Bathurst [and] W. Strahan [etc.], London) [word count] [S10901].
