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Act V, Scene 3
1Plain between the camps.
2The King enters with his power. Alarum to the battle. Then enter Douglas and Sir Walter Blunt.
3BluntWhat is thy name, that in the battle thus
Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek
Upon my head?
4DouglasKnow then, my name is Douglas;
And I do haunt thee in the battle thus
Because some tell me that thou art a king.
5BluntThey tell thee true.
6DouglasThe 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.
7BluntI 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.
8Enter Hotspur.
9HotspurO Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,
I never had triumph’d upon a Scot.
10DouglasAll’s done, all’s won; here breathless lies the king.
11HotspurWhere?
12DouglasHere.
13HotspurThis, Douglas? no: I know this face full well:
A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;
Semblably furnish’d like the king himself.
14DouglasA fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!
A borrow’d title hast thou bought too dear:
Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?
15HotspurThe king hath many marching in his coats.
16DouglasNow, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;
I’ll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
Until I meet the king.
17HotspurUp, and away!
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. Exeunt.
18Alarum. Enter Falstaff, solus.
19FalstaffThough 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 moulten lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead out of me! I need no more weight than mine own bowels. I have led my ragamuffins where they are peppered: 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?
20Enter the Prince.
21PrinceWhat, 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 unrevenged: I prithee, lend me thy sword.
22FalstaffO 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.
23PrinceHe is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I prithee, lend me thy sword.
24FalstaffNay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get’st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.
25PrinceGive it to me: what, is it in the case?
26FalstaffAy, Hal; ’tis hot, ’tis hot; there’s that will sack a city. The Prince draws it out, and finds it to be a bottle of sack.
27PrinceWhat, is it a time to jest and dally now? He throws the bottle at him. Exit.
28FalstaffWell, 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.