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• The First Part of King Henry the Fourth: Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: London. the Palace.
• Scene II.—: The Same. an Apartment of Theprince’s.
• Scene III.—: The Same. the Palace.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: Rochester. an Inn-yard.
• Scene II.—: The Road By Gadshill.
• Scene III.—: Warkworth. a Room In the Castle.
• Scene IV.—: Eastcheap. a Room In the Boar’s Head Tavern.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: Bangor. a Room In the Archdeacon’s House.
• Scene II.—: London. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene III.—: Eastcheap. a Room In the Boar’s Head Tavern.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: The Rebel Camp Near Shrewsbury.
• Scene II.—: A Public Road Near Coventry.
• Scene III.—: The Rebel Camp Near Shrewsbury.
• Scene IV.—: York. a Room In Thearchbishop’spalace.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: Theking’scamp Near Shrewsbury.
• Scene II.—: The Rebel Camp Near Shrewsbury.
• Scene III.—: Between the Camps.
• Scene IV.—: Another Part of the Field.
• Scene V.—: Another Part of the Field.

Scene III.—

Between the Camps.

Excursions and Parties fighting. Alarum to the Battle. Then enterDouglasandSir Walter Blunt,meeting.

Blunt.

What is thy name, that in the battle thus

Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek

Upon my head?

Doug.

Know then, my 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.

Doug.

The Lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought

Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, King Harry,

This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee,

Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.

Blunt.

I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;

And thou shalt find a king that will revenge

Lord Stafford’s death.

[They fight, andBluntis slain.

EnterHotspur.

Hot.

O, Douglas! hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,

I never had triumph’d upon a Scot.

Doug.

All’s done, all’s won: here breathless lies the king.

Hot.

Where?

Doug.

Here.

Hot.

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.

Doug.

A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!

A borrow’d title hast thou bought too dear:

Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?

Hot.

The king hath many marching in his coats.

Doug.

Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;

I’ll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,

Until I meet the king.

Hot.

Up, and away!

Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.

[Exeunt.

Alarums. EnterFalstaff.

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 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?

Enter thePrince.

Prince.

What! stand’st thou idle here? lend me thy sword:

Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff

Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,

Whose deaths are unreveng’d: prithee, lend me thy sword.

Fal.

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.

He is, indeed; and living to kill thee.

I prithee, lend me thy sword.

Fal.

Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou gett’st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.

Prince.

Give it me. What! is it in the case?

Fal.

Ay, Hal; ’tis hot, ’tis hot: there’s that will sack a city.

[ThePrincedraws out a bottle of sack.

Prince.

What! is’t a time to jest and dally now?

[Throws it at him, and exit.

Fal.

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 hath: give me life; which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes unlooked for, and there’s an end.

[Exit.