P. Hen. What, is 't a time to jest and dally [Throws it at him, and exit.

now?

:

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.

[Exit.

SCENE IV.-Another Part of the Field.

Alarums.

Excursions.

Enter the KING, Prince

HENRY, Prince JOHN, and WESTMORELAND.

K. Hen. I pr'ythee,

Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much.— Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.

P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up, Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.

K. Hen. I will do so.

My Lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. West. Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent. P. Hen. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your

help:

And Heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive

The Prince of Wales from such a field as this,
Where stained nobility lies trodden on,

And rebels' arms triúmph in massacres !

P. John. We breatle too long.-Come, cousin Westmoreland,

Our duty this way lies: for God's sake, come.

[Exeunt Prince JOHN and WESTMORELAND. P. Hen. 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.

K. Hen. I saw him hold Lord Percy at the

point

With lustier maintenance than I did look for

Of such an ungrown warrior.

P. Hen.

Lends mettle to us all.

O, this boy

[Exit.

Alarums. 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'st 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,
And thus I win thee.

[They fight: the KING being in danger, re-enter Prince HENRY. P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art

like

Never to hold it up again! the spirits
Of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arm;
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.
K. Hen. Stay, and breathe awhile.—

Thou hast redeemed thy lost opinion;

And showed thou mak'st some tender of my life,

In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.

P. Hen. O God, they did me too much injury
That ever said I hearkened 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.
K. Hen. Make up to Clifton: I'll to Sir Nicholas
[Exit.

Gawsey.

Enter HOTSPUR.

Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.

P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my

name.

Hot. My name is Harry Percy.

P. Hen.

A very valiant rebel of that name.

Why, then I see

I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more:

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere;

Nor can one England brook a double reign,

Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales.
Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come
To end the one of us; and 'would to God,

Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!

P. Hen. I'll make it greater ere I part from

thee;

And all the budding honours on thy crest

I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.

Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities.

Enter FALSTAFF.

[They fight.

Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal-Nay, you shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you.

Re-enter DOUGLAS; he fights with FALSTAFF, who falls down as if he were dead, and exit DOUGLAS. HOTSPUR is wounded, and falls.

Hot. O Harry, thou hast robbed me of my youth I better brook the loss of brittle life

Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;

They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh :

But thoughts the slaves of life, and life time's fool,
And time that takes survey of all the world,
Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy,

But that the earthy and cold hand of death

Lies on my tongue :-no, Percy, thou art dust,
And food for-

[Dies