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Plain between the camps.
[KING HENRY enters with his power. Alarum to the battle. Then enter DOUGLAS
and SIR WALTER BLUNT]
SIR WALTER BLUNT
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What is thy | name, that in | battle thus |thou
cross|est me?
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What hon|or dost | thou seek | upon | my head?
EARL OF DOUGLAS
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Know then my | name is | Douglas, \\
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And I | do haunt | thee in | the bat|tle thus,
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Because some tell | me, that | thou art | a
king.
SIR WALTER BLUNT
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They tell | thee true. \\
EARL OF DOUGLAS
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The Lord | of Staf|ford dear | today | hath
bought
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Thy like/ness: for in|stead of | thee
King^|Harry,
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This sword | hath end|ed him,| so shall | it
thee,
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Unless | thou yield | thee as | my pris|oner.
SIR WALTER BLUNT
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I was / not born | to yield,| thou haugh|ty Scot,
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And thou | shalt find | a king | that will |
revenge
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Lord^Staf|ford's death. \\
[They fight. DOUGLAS kills SIR WALTER BLUNT. Enter HOTSPUR]
HOTSPUR
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O Doug|las, hadst | thou fought | at Holme|don
thus
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I nev|er had | triumphed | ore a | Scot.
EARL OF DOUGLAS
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All's done, all's | won, here breath|less lies ||
the king.
HOTSPUR
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Where?|
EARL OF DOUGLAS
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Here.|
HOTSPUR
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This^Doug|las? No,| I know* this | face full
well:
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A gal|lant knight | he was,| his name | was Blunt,
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Sembla|bly furn|ished like | the king | himself.
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EARL OF DOUGLAS
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Ah fool:| go with | thy soul | whither | it goes,
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A bor|rowed tit|le hast | thou bought | too* dear.
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Why didst | thou tell | me, that | thou wert | a
king?
HOTSPUR
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The king | hath ma|ny march|ing in | his coats.
EARL OF DOUGLAS
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Now by | my sword,| I will | kill all his
coats,
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I'll murd|er all | his wardrobe piece | by
piece,
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Until | I meet | the king.
HOTSPUR
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Up, and | away,
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Our sol|diers stand | full* fair|ly 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
honor 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 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 PRINCE HENRY]
PRINCE HENRY
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What,| standst thou id|le here?| Lend me || thy
sword,
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Many a | nobleman | lies stark and stiff
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Under | the hoofs | of vaunt|ing en|emies,
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Whose deaths | are yet un|revenged.
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Prithee | lend me | thy sword. (tri with
prev)
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 HENRY
He is indeed, and living to kill thee:
I prithee lend me thy sword.
FALSTAFF
Nay Hal, if Percy be alive, thou getst not my sword; but take
my pistol if thou wilt.
PRINCE HENRY
Give it me: what, is it in the case?
FALSTAFF
Aye Hal, 'tis hot: there's that will sack a city.
[PRINCE HENRY draws it out, and finds it to be a bottle of sack]
PRINCE HENRY
What, is it a time to jest and dally now.
[He throws the bottle at him. Exit]
FALSTAFF
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 honor as Sir Walter hath: give me life, which if I can
save, so: if not, honor comes unlooked for, and there's an end.
[Exit FALSTAFF]