Henry IV, Pt. 1
Act 5, Scene 3
The plain between the camps.
- The trumpets sound. The King enters with his power and
- passes over.
- Alarm to the battle. Then enter Douglas and Sir Walter
Blunt5 - 7
- What is thy name, that in battle thus
- Thou crossest me? What honor dost thou seek
- Upon my head?
Earl of Douglas8 - 10
- Know then, my name is Douglas,
- And I do haunt thee in the battle thus
- Because some tell me that thou art a king.
- They tell thee true.
Earl of Douglas12 - 15
- The Lord of Stafford dear today hath bought
- Thy likeness, for in stead of thee, King Harry,
- This sword hath ended him. So shall it thee,
- Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
Blunt16 - 18
- 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.
- Then enter Hotspur.
Hotspur22 - 23
- O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,
- I never had triumph’d upon a Scot.
Earl of Douglas24
- All’s done, all’s won, here breathless lies the King.
Earl of Douglas26
Hotspur27 - 29
- 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.
Earl of Douglas30 - 32
- A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!
- A borrowed title hast thou bought too dear.
- Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?
- The King hath many marching in his coats.
Earl of Douglas34 - 36
- Now by my sword, I will kill all his coats;
- I’ll murder all his wardrop, piece by piece,
- Until I meet the King.
Hotspur37 - 38
- Up and away!
- Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.
- Alarm. Enter Falstaff solus.
Falstaff41 - 49
- 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. God
- keep lead out of me! I need no more weight than mine own
- bowels. I have led my ragamuffins 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 the Prince.
Prince Henry51 - 54
- What, stands thou idle here? Lend me thy sword.
- Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
- Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
- Whose deaths are yet unreveng’d. I prithee lend me thy sword.
Falstaff55 - 57
- O Hal, I prithee 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.
Prince Henry58 - 59
- He is indeed, and living to kill thee. I prithee lend me thy
Falstaff60 - 61
- Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou gets not my
- sword, but take my pistol, if thou wilt.
- Give it me. What? Is it in the case?
- 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
- What, is it a time to jest and dally now?
- He throws the bottle at him.
Falstaff69 - 73
- 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 honor
- as Sir Walter hath. Give me life, which if I can save, so;
- if not, honor comes unlook’d for, and there’s an end.