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The King shou'd keep his word in loving us;
Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say, 'tis fo. Here comes your cousin.
SC EN E IV.,
Enter Hot-fpur and Dowglas. 11
Deliver up my lord of Westmorland.
Wor. The King will bid you battle presently.
Wor. I told him gently of our grievances,
Hot. O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads,
Ver. No, by my soul : I never in my life
all the duties of a man,
Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamoured
He gave you
Of any Prince, so wild, at liberty
Enter a Messenger.
Hot. I cannot read them now.
1,'. Enter another Mefenger. Mej. My lord, prepare, the King comes on apace.
Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale, For I profess not talking: only this, .. Let each man do his best. And here draw I A sword, whose temper I intend to ftain: 4 With the best blood that I can meet withal, In the adventure of this perilous day. Now, Esperanza! Percy! and set on: Sound all the lofty instruments of war; And by that music let us all embrace: For (heav'n to earth) some of us never shall A second time do fuch a courtesy: [They embrace, then exeunt. The Trumpets found.
Blunt. WHAT's thy name, that thus in battle
SC E N E VI. The King entereth with his Power,; Alarm to the battle.
Then enter Dowglas, and Sir Walter Blunt. Blunt. VHAT is
crosseft ? What honour dost thou seek upon my head?
Dowg. Know then, my name is Dowglas, And I do haunt thee in the battle thus, Because some tell me that thou art a King.
Blunt. They tell thee true.
Dowg. 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 to yield, thou haughty Scot, And thou shalt find a King that will revenge Lord Stafford's death.
Fight, Blunt is sain: then enter Hot-spur. Hot. O Dowglas,' hadft thou fought at Holmedon
thus, I'never had triumphed o'er a Scot. Dowg. All's done, all's won, here breathless lies the
King's Hot. Where? Dowg. Here.
Hot. This, Dowglas? no: I know his face full well: A gallant Knight he was, his name was Blunt, Semblably furnish'd like the King himself.
Dowg. Ah! fool go with thy soul, whither it goes! A borrow'd title haft thou bought too dear. Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a King?
Hot. The King hath many marching in his coats. Dowg. 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.
S CE N E VII.
Alarm, enter Falstaff folus, Fal. THOUGH I could 'scape shot-free at Lont
, but upon the pate. Soft, who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt ? there's honour for you ; *here's no vanity! I am as hot as moulten lead, and as heavy too: heav'n keep lead out of me, I need no more weight than mine own bowels! I have led my rag-o-muffians 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, ftand'lt thou idle here? lend me
thy sword; Many a noble man lies stark and stiff Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies; Whose deaths are unrevengd. Lend me thy sword.
Fal. O Hal, I prythee, 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.
It's still P. Herrý. Hę, iş, indeed, and living to kill theer, 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 ? * here's no vanity! In our. Author's Time the Negative, in common Speech, was used to delign, ironically, the Excess of a Thing. Thus Ben Johnson in Every Man in his Humour, says, O here's no Foppery! Death, I can endure the Stocks better. Meaning, as the Passage thews, that the Foppery was exceflive. And so in many