Because some tell me that thou art a king. Blunt. They tell thee true. [bought Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;| Fight, Blunt is slain. Enter Hotspur. [thus, Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies 5 10 [the king. Hot. This, Douglas? no, I know his face full Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes! [Exe. 20 P. Henry. What, is it time to jest and dally now? Another part of the Field. K. Henry. Harry, withdraw thyself; thou Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him. Lan. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. 25 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 30 pon the pate.-Soft! who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt; there's honour for you: Here's no vanity! I am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy too: Heaven keep lead out of me! I need no more weight than my own bowels.-I have led 35 my raggamuffins where they are pepper'd: 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? Enter Prince Henry. P. Henry. What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword: Lan. We breathe too long:-Come, cousin Our duty this way lies; for heaven's sake, come. I did not think thee lord of such a spirit: K. Henry.I saw him hold lord Percy at the point, Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff Fal. O Hal, I pr'ythee 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". P. Henry. He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. 50 I pr'ythee, lend me thy sword. Ful. Nay, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt. P. Henry. Give it me: What, is it in the case? Fal. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot: there's that will 55 sack a city. [The Prince draws out a bottle of sack. P. Henry. O, this boy Enter Douglas. [Exit. Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads: I am the Douglas, fatal to all those K. Henry. The king himself: who, Douglas, So i. e, in resemblance, alike. A play upon shot, as it means the part of a reckoning, and a missive weapon discharged from artillery. In our author's time, the negative, in common speech, was used to design, ironically, the excess of a thing. Meaning Gregory the Seventh, called Hildebrand, This furious friar surmounted almost invincible obstacles to deprive the emperor of his right of investiture of bishops, which his predecessors had long attempted in vain. Fox, in his History, hath made this Gregory so odious, that I don't doubt but the good Protestants of that time were well pleased to hear him thus characterized, as uniting the attributes of their two great enemies, the Turk and Pope, in one. Sure has two significations-certainly disposed of, and safe. Falstaff uses it in the former sense; the prince replies to it in the latter. A quibble on the word sack. A carbonado is a piece of meat cut cross-wise for the gridiron. History says, the prince was wounded in the eye by an arrow, Doug 8 6 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, enter Prince Henry. P. Henry. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like 5 Never to hold it up again! The spirits K. Henry. Stay, and breathe a-while- P. Henry, O heaven; they did me too much That ever said, I hearken'd for your death. The insulting hand of Douglas over you; Enter Hotspur. They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; P. Henry. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! If thou wert sensible of courtesy, I should not make so great a show of zeal:- 25 [Exit. 30 Hot. If I mistake not, thou art HarryMonmouth. name. Hot. My name is Harry Percy. A very valiant rebel of that name. I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come 35 45 [He sees Falstaff on the ground. What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewel! I could have better spar'd a better man. [Exit. Fal. Imbowell'd! if thou imbowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder me', and eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time to countereit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot 40 and lot too. Counterfeit! I lie, I am no counterteit: 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 is-discretion; in the which better part, I have sav'd my life. 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 kill'd him. Why may he not rise, as well as I? Nothing confutes ine but eyes, and nobody sees me.Therefore, sirrah, with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me. And all the budding honours on thy crest Ful Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth: [Takes Hotspur on his back. Re-enter Prince Henry, and John of Lancaster. P.Henry. Come, brother John, full bravely hast thou flesh'd 'Dr. Johnson comments on this passage thus: " Hotspur in his last moments endeavours to console himself. The glory of the prince wounds his thoughts; but thought, being dependent on life, must cease with it, and will soon be at an end. Life, on which thought depends, is itself of no great value, being the fool and sport of time; of time, which, with all its dominion over sublunary things, must itself at last be stopped." See note', p. 461. To powder is to salt. 3 Thy Thy maiden sword. Lan. But, soft! who have we here? Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead? P.Henry. I did; I saw him dead, breathless and bleeding Upon the ground. Art thou alive? or is it fantasy That plays upon our eye-sight? I pr'ythee,speak; of Wales, Lord John of Lancaster, Earl of Westmoreland,withWorcester,andVernon,prisoners. K.Henry. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace, 5 Pardon, and terms of love to all of you? And would'st thou turn our offers contrary? Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust? Three knights upon our party slain to-day, A noble earl, and many a creature else, 10 Had been alive this hour, 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. I look to be 15 either earl or duke, I can assure you. P.Henry. Why, Percy I kill'd myself, and saw thee dead. Fal. Didst thou?-Lord, lord, how this world Lan. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard. If, like a christian, thou hadst truly borne [Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. K. Henry. With all my heart. Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours. [Exeunt. Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He 40| that rewards me, heaven reward him! If I do grow great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. [Exit, bearing of the body SCENE V. Another part of the Field. K. Henry. Then this remains,—that we divide our power. You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop, Myself, and you, son Harry, will towards Wales, The trumpets sound. Enter King Henry, Prince Let us not leave 'till all our own be won. [Exeunt. SECOND KING OF HENRY IV. INDUCTION. Enter Rumour, painted full of tongues. Rum.OPEN your ears; For which of you will stop The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks? That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, 5 My well-known body to anatomize Even with the rebels' blood. But what mean I To noise abroad,-that Harry Monmouth fell 10Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword; And that the king before the Douglas' rage Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death. This have I rumour'd through the peasant towns Between that royal field of Shrewsbury 15 And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone, Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on, And not a man of them brings other news Than they have learn'd of me; From Rumour's tongues 20 They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs. [Exit. 'The transactions comprized in this History take up about nine years. The action commences with the account of Hotspur's being defeated and killed; and closes with the death of king Henry IV. and the coronation of king Henry V. Enter Should be the father of some stratagem: Bard. Noble earl, 5 I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. North. How is this deriv'd? Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury? A gentleman well bred, and of good name, I sent On Tuesday last to listen after news. Burd. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; Enter Travers. North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come Tra. My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back North. Ha! Again, Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold? Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what ; If my young lord your son have not the day, 1 I'll give my barony: never talk of it. Give then such instances of loss? Bard. Who, he? He was some hilding fellow, that had stol'n North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf", North. How doth my son and brother? 35 North. Why, he is dead. See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath ! 1451 And I will take it as a sweet disgrace, And make thee rich for doing me such wrong. 55 Remember'd knolling a departing friend. Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead. Mort. I am sorry, I should force you to believe That, which I would to heaven I had not seen: But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, 3 Toforspend is to waste, to exhaust. 2 Jade seems anciently to have signified that we now call a hackney; a beast employed in drudgery, opposed to a horse kept for show, or to be rid by its master. Poor jade here means the horse wearied with his journey. A point is a string tagged, or lace. For hilderling, i. e. base, degenerate. Mr. Steevens observes, that in the time of our poet, the title-page to an elegy, as well as every intermediate leaf, was totally blank. i, e. so far gone in woe. Fear for danger, Rend'ring |