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Henry IV, Part 1 Scenes


Scene 3

The plain between the camps.

(King Henry IV; Douglas; Sir Walter Blunt; Hotspur; Falstaff; Prince Henry)


The rebel Douglas fights and kills Blunt, who claimed to be the King. Henry has many men dressed like him in the battle, to confuse the rebels. Douglas swears to kill them all. Falstaff runs in; his entire company has been destroyed. To Hal’s disgust, he has brought a bottle of sack instead of a pistol to the fight. ( line)

The trumpets sound. The King enters with his power and passes over.

Alarm to the battle. Then enter Douglas and Sir Walter Blunt.

BLUNT.

What is thy name, that in battle thus

Thou crossest me? What honor 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 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.

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.

Then enter Hotspur.HOT.

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 borrowed 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 wardrop, piece by piece,

Until I meet the King.

HOT.

Up and away!

Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.

Exeunt.

Alarm. Enter Falstaff solus.FAL.

FAL.

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.

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.

FAL.

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.

FAL.

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?

FAL.

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.

PRINCE.

What, is it a time to jest and dally now?

He throws the bottle at him.

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 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.

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