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Enter a MESSENGER.
Mess. My lord, here are letters for you.
O gentlemen, the time of life is short:
Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
Enter another MESSENGER.
Mess. My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace.
Hot. I thank him that he cuts me from my
For I profess not talking: Only this-
SCENE III.-Plain near Shrewsbury. Excursions, and Parties fighting. Alarum to the Battle. Then enter DOUGLAS and BLUNT, meeting.
Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle
Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek
Doug. Know then, my name is Douglas;
Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought
A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;
Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear. [goes: Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king? Hot. The king hath many marching in his
Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his
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 raggamuffins where they are peppered: there's but 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. Hen. What, stand'st thou idle here? lend
Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
Whose deaths are unreveng'd: Pr'ythee, lend
• In resemblance.
Fal. O Hal, 1 pr'ythee, 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.
P. Hen. He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. Lend me thy sword, I pr'ythee.
Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.
Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, king Harry,
P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up,
[They fight, and BLUNT is slain.
Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Hol-
My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.
I never had triumph'd upon a Scot.
Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless And heaven forbid a shallow scratch should
Hot. This, Douglas? no, I know this face
P. Hen. 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 out a bottle of sack. P. Hen. What, is't a time to jest and dally now? [Throws it at him and 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. 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. [Erit.
SCENE IV.-Another part of the Field. Alarums.- Excursions. Enter the KING, Prince HENRY, Prince JOHN, and WEST
K. Hen. I pr’ythee;
The prince of Wales from such a field as this;
P. John. We breathe too long:-Come, con-
Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come.
I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
Hot. Up, and away;
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.
Other Alarums.-Enter FALSTAFF.
Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, but upon the pate.-Soft! who art thou? Sir I am the Douglas, fatal to all those
I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:
K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the
Lends mettle to us all!
Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads:
A piece of meat cut crossways for the gridiron.
That wear those colours on them.-What art | P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee
So many of his shadows thou hast met,
Doug. I fear thou art another counterfeit ;
P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like
Never to bold it up again! the spirits
[He sees FALSTAFF on the ground. What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell! I could have better spar'd a better man. OI should have a heavy miss of thee, If I were much in love with vanity. Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day, Though many dearer, in this bloody fray :Embowell'd will I see thee by and by; Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. [Exit. Fal. [Rising slowly.] Embowelled! if thou embowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder me, and eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, am no counterfeit: To die, is to be a counterfeit; for he is but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life of a man: but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed. The better part of valour Nich-is-discretion; in the which better part, 1 have saved my life. 'Zounds, I am afraid of this gunpowder Percy, though he be dead: How, if he should counterfeit too, and rise? I am afraid he would prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll make him sure: yea, and I'll swear I killed him. Why may not he rise, as well as I nothing confutes me but eyes, and uobody sees me. Therefore, Sirrah, [Stabbing him.] with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me. [Takes HOTSPUR on his back. Re-enter Prince HENRY and Prince JOHN. P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast thou flesh'd Thy maiden sword.
K. Hen. Stay, aud breathe a while :-
P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much
That ever said I hearken'd for your death.
Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny
Hot. My name is Harry Percy.
A very valiant rebel of the name.
I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,
Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come
P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from
Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. Eater DOUGLAS; he fights with FALSTAFF, who falls down as if he were dead, and exit DOUGLAS. HOTSPUR is wounded, and fall.
Het. O Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my
And food for
well, great heart!
Ill weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
There is no reason to suppose that Hotspur was " by the Prince of Wales: he probably tell by an
I should not make so dear a show of zeal :-
P. John. But, soft! whom have we here?
Fal. No, that's certain; I am not a double man but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is Percy: [Throwing the body down.] if your father will do me any honour SO; if not, let him kill the next Percy himself. look to be either earl or duke, I can assure you.
P. Hen. Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw thee dead.
Ful. Didst thou? Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!-I grant you, I was down, and out of breath; and so was he: but we arose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If I may be believed, so; if not, let them that should reward valour bear the sin upon their own heads. I take it upon my death, I gave him this wound in the thigh: if the man were alive, and would deny it, I would make him eat a piece of my sword.
P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard.
Scarf, with which he covers Percy s face.
K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and
Other offenders we will pause upon.-
P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when
The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him,
K. Hen. With all my heart.
P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster to
K. Hen. Then this remains, that we divide
You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland,
Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace,
meet Northumberland and the prelate
If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne
Who, as we hear, are busily in arms:
Wor. What I have done, my safety urged me Meeting the check of such another day:
P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother
Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back;
[Exeunt Prince HENRY and Prince JOHN.
SCENE V.-Another part of the Field. The Trumpets sound.-Enter King HENRY, Prince HENRY, Prince JOHN, WESTMORELAND and others, with WORCESTER and VERNON, prisoners.
P. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.
And I embrace this fortune patiently,
And since this business so fair is done,
KING HENRY IV.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE.
SHAKSPEARE is supposed to have written this play in 1598. Its action comprehends a period of nine years, commencing with Hotspur's death, 1403, and terminating with the coronation of Henry V. 1412-13. Many of the tragic scenes in this second portion of the history are forcible and pathetic; but the comedy is of a much looser and more indecent character, than any in the preceding part. Shallow is an odd though pleasing por. trait of a brainless magistrate; and a character, it is to be feared, not peculiar to Glostershire only. In thus exhibiting his worship to the ridicule of an audience, Shakspeare amply revenged himself on his old Warwickshire prosecutor. On the character of Falstaff, as exhibited in the two plays, Dr. Johnson makes the following admirable remarks: "Falstaff! unimitated, unimitable Falstaff, how shall I describe thee; thou compound of sense and vice; of sense which may be admired, but not esteemed; of vice which may be despised, but hardly detested. Falstaff is a character loaded with faults, and with those faults which naturally produce contempt. He is a thief and a glutton, a coward and a boaster; always ready to cheat the weak, and prey upon the poor; to terrify the timorous, and insult the defenceless. At once obsequious and malignant, be satirizes in their absence those whom he lives by flattering. He is familiar with the prince, only as an agent of vice; but of this familiarity he is so proud, as not only to be supercilious and haughty with common men, but to think his interest of importance to the Duke of Lancaster. Yet the man thus corrupt, thus despicable, makes himself necessary to the prince that despises him, by the most pleasing of all qualities, perpetual gaity; by an unfailing power of exciting laughter, which is the more freely indulged, as his wit is net of the splendid or ambitious kind, but consists in easy scapes and sallies of levity, which make sport, hat raise no envy. It must be observed, that he is stained with no enormous or sanguinary crimes, so that his ficentiousness is not so offensive but that it may be borne for his mirth."
KING HENRY THE FOURTH. HENRY, Prince of Wales, afterwards King Henry V. THOMAS, Duke of Clarence, PRINCE JOHN of Lancaster, afterwards Duke of Bedford; PRINCE HUMPHREY of Gloster, afterwards Duke of Gloster, EARL OF WARWICK,
EARL OF WESTMORE
of the King's Party.
TRAVERS and MORTON, Domestics of Northumberland.
Lords and other Attendants, Officers, Soldiers, Messenger, Drawers, Beadles,
I, from the orient to the drooping west,
Make fearful musters and prepar'd defence; Whilst the big year, swoll'n with some other grief,
Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,
Among my household? Why is Rumour here ?
Quenching the flame of bold rebellion
Between that royal field of Shrewsbury
With joyful tidings; and, being better bors'd,
Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury,
Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his A gentleman almost forspent with speed,
He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him
They bring smooth comforts false, worse than [Exit.
SCENE 1.-The same -The PORTER before the Gate; Enter Lord BARDOLPH.
Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho?-
Port. What shall I say you are?
Bard. Tell thou the earl,
That the lord Bardolph doth attend him bere.
Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the
Please it your honour, knock but at the gate,
I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.
Bard. As good as heart can wish :-
Kill'd by the hand of Douglas: young prince
And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field;
North. Here comes my servant, Travers whom I sent
On Tuesday last to listen after news.
Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way;
North. How is this deriv'd?
Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury? Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came from thence;
A gentleman well bred, and of good name,
North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come with you?
Tra. My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back
• Northumberland castle.
Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold!
Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what ;-
Bard. Noble earl,
Give then such instances of loss?
The horse he rode on; and, upon my life,
North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title leaf,
Fortells the nature of a tragic volume:
So looks the strond, wheron the imperious flood
Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrews-
Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord; Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask,
North. How doth my son and brother?
But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue,
Your brother, thus; so fought the noble Doug.
North. Why, he is dead.
See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath ?
Hath, by instinct, knowledge from other's eyes,
+ An attestation of its ravage.