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. [Exeunt.

Alarum. Enter Falstaff, solus.

Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I 30 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 have led my ragamuffins where they are peppered: 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 the Prince.

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Prince. 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 yet unrevenged: I 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.

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Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.

Prince. Give it me: what, is it in the case?

Fal. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis 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. Exit. 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 carbonado of me. 60 I like not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath give me life: which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes unlooked for, and there's an end.

[Exit.

Scene IV.

Another part of the field.

Alarum. Excursions. Enter the King, the Prince, Lord John of Lancaster, and Earl of Westmoreland.

King. I prithee,

Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st 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,

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:

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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 Westmoreland.

Prince. By God, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster;
I did not think thee lord of such a spirit;
Before, I loved thee as a brother, John;
But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

King. I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point,
With lustier maintenance than I did look for
Of such an ungrown warrior.

Prince.

Lends mettle to us all!

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O, this boy

[Exit.

Enter Douglas.

Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads:
I am the Douglas, fatal to all those

That wear those colours on them: what art thou,
That counterfeit's the person of a king?

K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at

heart

So many of his shadows thou hast met
And not the very king. I have two boys
Seek Percy and thyself about the field:
But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily,
I will assay thee: so, defend thyself.

Doug. I fear thou art another counterfeit ;

And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king:
But mine I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be,

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And thus I win thee.

[They fight; the King being in danger,
re-enter Prince of Wales.

Prince. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like
Never to hold it up again! the spirits

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Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms;
It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee;
Who never promiseth but he means to pay.

[They fight. Douglas flies.
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 awhile:

Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion,

And show'd thou makest some tender of my life,
In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.
Prince. O God! they did me too much injury
That ever said I hearken'd 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 saved the treacherous labour of your son.

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King. Make up to Clifton: I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey.

Enter Hotspur.

[Exit.

Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
Prince. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name.
Hot. My name is Harry Percy.

Prince.

Why, then I see

A very valiant rebel of the name.

I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,

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Prince. "For worms, brave Percy: fare thee well, great heart!"