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Henry IV part one

Act V, Scene 3

Plain between the camps.
 
[KING HENRY enters with his power. Alarum to the battle. Then enter DOUGLAS and SIR WALTER BLUNT]
 
SIR WALTER BLUNT
        ,    2        ,       2        x                ,        ,
      What is thy | name, that in | battle thus |thou cross|est me?
            ,       ,           ,      ,         ,
      What hon|or dost | thou seek | upon | my head?
 
EARL OF DOUGLAS
        ,      2       ,         ,
      Know then my | name is | Douglas,  \\
          ,        ,       ,            ,        ,
      And I | do haunt | thee in | the bat|tle thus,
       .  T     T    T          ,          ,        ,
      Because some tell | me, that | thou art | a king.
 
SIR WALTER BLUNT
             ,           ,
      They tell | thee true.  \\
 
EARL OF DOUGLAS
            ,         ,         ,       ,            ,
      The Lord | of Staf|ford dear | today | hath bought
       ,    ,           2     ,          ,         ,
      Thy like/ness: for in|stead of | thee King^|Harry,
             ,           ,      ,         ,          ,
      This sword | hath end|ed him,| so shall | it thee,
          ,           ,           ,       ,     ,
      Unless | thou yield | thee as | my pris|oner.
 
SIR WALTER BLUNT
               ,    ,         ,            ,        ,
      I was / not born | to yield,| thou haugh|ty Scot,
            ,            ,        ,           ,        ,
      And thou | shalt find | a king | that will | revenge
             ,           ,
      Lord^Staf|ford's death.  \\
 
[They fight. DOUGLAS kills SIR WALTER BLUNT. Enter HOTSPUR]
 
HOTSPUR
          ,         ,             ,          ,         ,
      O Doug|las, hadst | thou fought | at Holme|don thus
         ,      ,     ,           ,       __
      I nev|er had | triumphed | ore a | Scot.
 
EARL OF DOUGLAS
         T    T     T      T     T    T           ,           ,
      All's done, all's | won, here breath|less lies || the king.
 
HOTSPUR
       ___    oo
      Where?|
 
EARL OF DOUGLAS
       __    oo
      Here.|
 
HOTSPUR
            ,         ,   ,      2         T    T    T
      This^Doug|las? No,| I know* this | face full well:
         ,          ,         ,          ,          ,
      A gal|lant knight | he was,| his name | was Blunt,
       ,          ,           ,          ,         ,
      Sembla|bly furn|ished like | the king | himself.   ????
 
EARL OF DOUGLAS
           ,     ,              ,     ,             ,
      Ah fool:| go with | thy soul | whither | it goes,
         ,         ,       ,            ,            ,
      A bor|rowed tit|le hast | thou bought | too* dear.
            ,            ,          ,           ,        ,
      Why didst | thou tell | me, that | thou wert | a king?
 
HOTSPUR
            ,          ,     ,         ,         ,
      The king | hath ma|ny march|ing in | his coats.
 
EARL OF DOUGLAS
       ,            ,     ,          T   T   .    T
      Now by | my sword,| I will | kill all his coats,
            ,       ,     .   T   T     T          ,
      I'll murd|er all | his wardrobe piece | by piece,
         ,        ,          ,
      Until | I meet | the king.
 
HOTSPUR
                                  ,          ,
                                 Up, and | away,
           ,          ,             ,      ,         ,
      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
       __       T      T  T       ,      ,              ,   ->
      What,| standst thou id|le here?| Lend me || thy sword,
       ,  2     ,   2       T    T    .    T
      Many a | nobleman | lies stark and stiff
       ,            ,          ,       ,     ,
      Under | the hoofs | of vaunt|ing en|emies,
               ,        2     ,      ,
      Whose deaths | are yet un|revenged.
       ,          ,             ,
      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]

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