Act 5 — Scene III. Plain between the camps.[3126]
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Scene III. Plain between the camps.[3126]
The King enters with his power. Alarum to the battle. Then enter Douglas and Sir Walter Blunt.
Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus[3127][3128][3129] Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek[3127][3129][3130] Upon my head?[3127] Doug. Know then, my name is Douglas; And I do haunt thee in the battle thus Because some tell me that thou art a king.[3131]5 Blunt. They tell thee true. Doug. The Lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought[3132] Thy likeness, for instead of thee, King Harry, This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee, Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.[3133]10 Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;[3134] And thou shalt find a king that will revenge Lord Stafford's death. [They fight. Douglas kills Blunt.
Enter Hotspur.[3135]
Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,[3136] I never had triumph'd upon a Scot.[3137]15 Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king. Hot. Where? Doug. Here. Hot. This, Douglas? no: I know this face full well:[3138] A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;20 Semblably furnish'd like the king himself. Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes![3139] A borrowed title hast thou bought too dear:[3140] Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king? Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats.[3141]25 Doug. 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.
Alarum. Enter Falstaff, solus.[3142]
Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear30 the shot here; here's no scoring but upon the pate. Soft! who are you? Sir Walter Blunt: there's honour for you![3143] 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[3144] weight than mine own bowels. I have led my ragamuffins[3145]35 where they are peppered: there's not three of my hundred[3146][3147] and fifty left alive; and they are for the town's end, to beg[3147][3148] during life. But who comes here?
Enter the Prince.
Prince. What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword:[3149] Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff[3150]40 Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies, Whose deaths are yet unrevenged: I prithee, lend me thy sword.[3151] Fal. O 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.[3152]45 Prince. He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I[3153] prithee, lend me thy sword.[3154] Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou[3155] get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.[3156] Prince. Give it me: what, is it in the case?[3157]50 Fal. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a[3158] city.
[The Prince draws it out, and finds it to be a bottle of sack.[3159]
Prince. What, is it a time to jest and dally now?
[He throws the bottle at him. Exit.[3160]
Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do[3161] come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in his willingly,[3162]55 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.