ACT 5, SCENE III: Plain between the camps.

The KING enters with his power. Alarum to the battle.

SIR WALTER BLUNT: What is thy name, that in the battle thus
Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek
Upon my head?

EARL OF DOUGLAS:                           Know then, my name is Douglas;
And I do haunt thee in the battle thus
Because some tell me that thou art a king.                                          [5]

SIR WALTER BLUNT: They tell thee true.

EARL OF DOUGLAS: 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]

SIR WALTER 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.]


HOTSPUR: O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,
I never had triumph'd upon a Scot.                                                      [15]

EARL OF DOUGLAS: All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king.



HOTSPUR: This, Douglas? no: I know this face full well:
A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;                                    [20]
Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.

EARL OF DOUGLAS: A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!
A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear:
Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?

HOTSPUR: The king hath many marching in his coats.                              [25]

EARL OF DOUGLAS: Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;
I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
Until I meet the king.

HOTSPUR:                           Up, and away!
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.


Alarum. Enter FALSTAFF, solus.

FALSTAFF: Though I could 'scape shot-free at London,                              [30]
I fear the shot here; here's no scoring but upon the
pate. Soft! who are you? Sir Walter Blunt: there's
an 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.                        [35]
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.

PRINCE HENRY: What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword:             [40]
Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
Whose deaths are yet unrevenged: I prithee,
lend me thy sword.

FALSTAFF: O Hal, I prithee, give me leave to breathe                                 [45]
awhile. Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms
as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, I have
made him sure.

PRINCE HENRY: He is, indeed; and living to kill thee.
I prithee, lend me thy sword.                                                                  [50]

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

PRINCE HENRY: Give it me: what, is it in the case?

FALSTAFF: Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that                                           [55]
will sack a city.

[The PRINCE draws it out, and finds it to be a bottle of sack.]

PRINCE HENRY: What, is it a time to jest and dally now?
[He throws the bottle at him. Exit.]

FALSTAFF: 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. I like                      [60]
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.

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