ACT V - Scene III Henry IV, Part I

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Plain between the camps.

	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 Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek Upon my head?
Douglas	Know then, my name is Douglas; And I do haunt thee in the battle thus Because some tell me that thou art a king.
Blunt	They tell thee true.
Douglas	The 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.
Blunt	I 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.*
	Enter Hotspur.
Hotspur	O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus, I never had triumph’d upon a Scot.
Douglas	All’s done, all’s won; here breathless lies the king.
Hotspur	Where?
Douglas	Here.
Hotspur	This, Douglas? no: I know this face full well: A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt; Semblably furnish’d like the king himself.
Douglas	A 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?
Hotspur	The king hath many marching in his coats.
Douglas	Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats; I’ll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece, Until I meet the king.
Hotspur	Up, and away! Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. Exeunt.
	Alarum. Enter Falstaff, solus.
Falstaff	Though 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?
	Enter the Prince.
Prince	What, 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.
Falstaff	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.
Prince	He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I prithee, lend me thy sword.
Falstaff	Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get’st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.
Prince	Give it to me: what, is it in the case?
Falstaff	Ay, 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.*
Prince	What, is it a time to jest and dally now? He throws the bottle at him. Exit.
Falstaff	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.

ACT V - Scene III Henry IV, Part I

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