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• trim reckoning. - Who hath it? he that dy'da Wed
nesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doch he hear it no. • Is it insensible then . yea, to the dead: but will it not • live with the living? no: why? detraction will not
suffer it. Therefore I'll none of it; honour is a • mere fcutcheon, and so ends my catechism. [Exit. SCENE III. Changes to Percy's camp.
Enter Worcester, and Sir Richard Vernon. Wor. O no, my nephew must not know, Sir Richard, The liberal kind offer of the King.
Ver. 'Twere best he did.
Wor. Then we are all undone.
Ver. Deliver what you will, I say, 'tis so.
SCENE IV. Enter Hot-spur and Douglaf
Hot. My uncle is return’d:
Uncle, what news ?
Wor. The King will bid you battle presently.
Wor. I told him gently of our grievances,
Wor. The Prince of Wales ftept forth before the King, And, nephew, challenge'd you to fingle fight.
Hot. O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads,
Ver. No, by my soul: I never in my life
* This foolish line is indeed in the folio of 1623 ; but it is evi-
If he outlive the envy of this day,
Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamoured
SCENE V. Enter a Mesenger.
Hot. I cannot read them now.
Enter another Mellenger.
Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale. For I profess not talking: only this, Let each man do his belt. And here draw I A sword, whose temper I intend to stain With the best blood that I can meet withal, In the adventure of this perilous day. Now, Esperanza * ! Percy! and set on: Sound all the lofty instruments of war ; And by that music let us all embrace : For (heaven to earth t) some of us never shall A fecond time do such a courtesy.
[They embrace, then exeurt. The trumpets found. * This was the word of battle on Percy's fide. See Hall's chroDicle, folio 22. tie, one might wager heaven to earth. Mr. W.
S CE N E The King entereth with his power; alarm to the battle.
Then enter Douglas, and Sir Walter Blunt. Blunt. What is thy name, that thus in battle crosWhat honour dost thou seek upon my head ? [fest me?
Doug. Know then, ny 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.
Dong. The Lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought Thy likeness; for instead of thee, King Harry, This sword hath ended him ; fo shall it thee, Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
Blunt. I was not born to yield, thou haughty Scot, And thou shalt find a King that will revenge Lord Stafford's death.
Fight, Blunt is sain : then enter Hot-fpur. Hot.O Douglas, hadit thou foughtat Holmedon thus, I never had triumphed o'er a Scot. Doug. All's done, all's won, here breathless lies the
King. Hot. Where? Doug. Here.
Hot. This, Douglas? no: I know his face full well. A gallant Knight he was, his name was Blunt, Semblably furnish'd like the King himself.
Doug. Ah ! fool, go with thy foul, whither it goes! A borrow'd title halt thou bought too dear. Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a King?
Hot. The King hath many marching in his coats.
Hot. Up and away,
[Exeunt, SCENE VII. Alarm, enter Falstaff folus.
Fal. Though I could'scape shot-free at London, I fear the shot here: here's no scoring but upon the pate.
Soft, who art thou ? Sir Walter Blunt? There's honour
for you: here's no vanity ? 'I am as hot as moulten leåd, and as heavy too. Heav'n keep lead out of me; I need no more weight than mine own bowels! “I have “ led my rag-o-muffians where they are pepper'd : «' there's not three of my hundred and fifty left alive; 5 And they are for the town's end, to beg during life. 66 But who comes here?
Enter Prince Henry.
Fal. O Hal, I pr’ythee, give me leave to breathe a while. 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:
lend me thy sword.
P. Henry. Give it me: what, is it in the case ?
[The Prince draws out a bottle of sack. P. Henry. What, is it a time to jest and dally now?
[Throws it at him, and Exit. Fal. If Percy be alive, he'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 fuch grinning honour as Sir Walter hath: give me life, which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes unlook'd for, and there's an end.
* Meaning Gregory VII, called Hildebrand. This furious frier fur. mounted almost juvincible obstacles to deprive the Emperor of his right of investiture of Bishops, which his predecellors had long atiempted in vain. Fox, in his biftory, had made this Gregory odious, that I don't doubt but the good Protestants of that iime were well pleased to hear him thus characterised, as uniting the attributes of their two great enemies, the Turk and Pope, in one. Mr. Warburto11.