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_ ACT V SCENE III
Plain between the camps.
[The King enters with his Power. Alarum to the battle. Then
enter Douglas and Sir Walter Blunt.]
SIR WALTER BLUNT.
What is thy name, that in the battle thus
Thou crossest me? What honour dost thou seek
Upon my head?
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.
SIR WALTER BLUNT.
They tell thee true.
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.
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. Then enter Hotspur.]
HOTSPUR.
O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,
I never had triumph'd upon a Scot.
DOUGLAS.
All's done, all's won. Here breathless lies the King.
HOTSPUR.
Where?
DOUGLAS.
Here.
HOTSPUR.
This, Douglas? No. I know this face full well.
A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;
Semblably furnish'd like the King himself.
DOUGLAS.
A 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?
HOTSPUR.
The King hath many marching in his coats.
DOUGLAS.
Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;
I'll murder all his wardrop, piece by piece,
Until I meet the King.
HOTSPUR.
Up and away!
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.
[Exeunt.]
[Alarum. Enter Falstaff, solus.]
FALSTAFF.
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 have led my
rag-of-muffins 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 the Prince.]
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 unreveng'd. I prithee
Rend me thy sword.
FALSTAFF.
O Hal, I prithee give me leave to breathe 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.
He is indeed, and living to kill thee.
I prithee lend me thy sword.
FALSTAFF.
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?
FALSTAFF.
Ay, Hal. 'Tis hot, 'tis hot. There's that will sack a city.
[The Prince draws it out and finds it to he a bottle of sack.]
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 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.] _
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