Henry IV, Pt. 1
Act V, 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
- Blunt .
Blunt1 - 3
- What is thy name , that in battle thus
- Thou crossest me ? What honor dost thou seek
- Upon my head ?
Earl of Douglas4 - 6
- 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 Douglas8 - 11
- 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 .
Blunt12 - 14
- 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 .
Hotspur15 - 16
- O Douglas , hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus ,
- I never had triumph’d upon a Scot .
Earl of Douglas17
- All’s done , all’s won , here breathless lies the King .
- Where ?
Earl of Douglas19
- Here .
Hotspur20 - 22
- 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 Douglas23 - 25
- 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 Douglas27 - 29
- Now by my sword , I will kill all his coats ;
- I’ll murder all his wardrop , piece by piece ,
- Until I meet the King .
Hotspur30 - 31
- Up and away !
- Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day .
- Exeunt .
- Alarm . Enter Falstaff solus .
Falstaff32 - 40
- 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 Henry41 - 44
- 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 .
Falstaff45 - 47
- 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 Henry48 - 49
- He is indeed , and living to kill thee . I prithee lend me thy
- sword .
Falstaff50 - 51
- 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
- sack .
- What , is it a time to jest and dally now ?
- He throws the bottle at him .
- Exit .
Falstaff55 - 59
- 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 .
- Exit .