Blunt

What is thy name, that in battle thus

Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek

Upon my head?

Douglas

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.

Douglas

The Lord of Stafford dear to-day 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.

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. Douglas kills Blunt.Enter HOTSPUR.

Hotspur

O Douglas, hadst thou 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 furnished like the king himself.

Douglas

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?

Hotspur

The king hath 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. Exeunt.Alarum.Enter FALSTAFF, solus.

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, 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 unrevenged: I prithee, lend me thy sword.

Falstaff

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

He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I prithee, lend me thy sword.

Falstaff

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

Prince

Give it me: what, is it in the case?

Falstaff

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