BLUNT
What is name that in the battle thus
crossest me? What honour seek
Upon my head?
DOUGLAS
Know then my name is Douglas,
And I do haunt in the battle thus
Because some tell me that art a king.
BLUNT
They tell true.
DOUGLAS
The Lord of Stafford dear today bought
likeness, for instead of , King Harry,
This sword ended him. So shall it ,
Unless yield as my prisoner.
BLUNT
I was not born a yielder, proud Scot,
And find a king that will revenge
Lord Stafford’s death.
HOTSPUR
O Douglas, hadst fought at Holmedon thus,
I never had triumphed upon a Scot.
DOUGLAS
All’s done, all’s won; here breathless lies the King.
HOTSPUR
Where?
DOUGLAS
Here.
HOTSPUR
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.
DOUGLAS
A fool go with soul, it goes!
A borrow’d title bought too dear.
Why tell me that wert a king?
HOTSPUR
The King many marching in his coats.
DOUGLAS
Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;
I’ll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
Until I meet the King.
HOTSPUR
Up, and away!
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.
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 honour 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 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?
PRINCE
What, stand’st idle here? Lend me sword.
Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
Whose deaths are yet unrevenged. I
Lend me sword.
FALSTAFF
O Hal, I 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
He is indeed, and living to kill .
I , lend me sword.
FALSTAFF
Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, gett’st not my sword; but take my pistol, if wilt.
PRINCE
Give it me. What, is it in the case?
FALSTAFF
Ay, Hal, hot, hot. There’s that will sack a city.
PRINCE
What, is it a time to jest and dally now?
FALSTAFF
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 honour as Sir Walter . Give me life, which if I can save, so: if not, honour comes unlooked for, and there’s an end.