The First Part of Henry IV:
Act 5, Scene 3
The trumpets sound. The KING enters with
* his power [and passes over]. Alarm to
the battle. Then enter DOUGLAS and
SIR WALTER BLUNT.
SIR WALTER BLUNT
1 What is thy name, that in the battle thus
2 Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek
3 Upon my head?
EARL OF DOUGLAS
3 Know then, my name is Douglas;
4 And I do haunt thee in the battle thus
5 Because some tell me that thou art a king.
SIR WALTER BLUNT
6 They tell thee true.
EARL OF DOUGLAS
7 The Lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought
8 Thy likeness, for instead of thee, King Harry,
9 This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee,
10 Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
SIR WALTER BLUNT
11 I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;
12 And thou shalt find a king that will revenge
13 Lord Stafford's death.
They fight. Douglas kills Blunt.
HOTSPUR
14 O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,
15 I never had triumph'd upon a Scot.
EARL OF DOUGLAS
16 All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king.
EARL OF DOUGLAS
18 Here.
HOTSPUR
19 This, Douglas? no: I know this face full well:
20 A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;
21 Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.
EARL OF DOUGLAS
22 A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!
23 A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear:
24 Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?
HOTSPUR
25 The King hath many marching in his coats.
EARL OF DOUGLAS
26 Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;
27 I'll murder all his wardrop, piece by piece,
28 Until I meet the king.
HOTSPUR
28 Up, and away!
29 Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.
FALSTAFF
30 Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear
31 the shot here; here's no scoring but upon the pate.
32 Soft! who are you? Sir Walter Blunt: there's honour
33 for you! here's no vanity! I am as hot as moulten
34 lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead out of me!
35 I need no more weight than mine own bowels. I
36 have led my ragamuffins where they are peppered:
37 there's not three of my hundred and fifty left alive;
38 and they are for the town's end, to beg during life.
39 But who comes here?
PRINCE HENRY
40 What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword:
41 Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
42 Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
43 Whose deaths are yet unrevenged: I prithee, lend me thy sword.
FALSTAFF
44 O Hal, I prithee, give me leave to breathe awhile.
45 Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms as I
46 have done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made
47 him sure.
PRINCE HENRY
48 He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I prithee,
49 lend me thy sword.
FALSTAFF
50 Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st
51 not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.
PRINCE HENRY
52 Give it to me: what, is it in the case?
FALSTAFF
53 Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will
54 sack a city.
The Prince draws it out, and finds it
to be a bottle of sack.
PRINCE HENRY
55 What, is it a time to jest and dally now?
He throws the bottle at him. Exit.
FALSTAFF
56 Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do
57 come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in his
58 willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like
59 not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath: give
60 me life: which if I can save, so; if not, honour
61 comes unlooked for, and there's an end.