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     Dramatis Personae 
     Act I   Scene I 
     Act I   Scene II 
     Act I   Scene III 
     Act II  Scene I 
     Act II  Scene II 
     Act II  Scene III 
     Act II  Scene IV 
     Act III Scene I
     Act III Scene II
    
     Act III Scene III
     Act IV  Scene I 
     Act IV  Scene II
     Act IV  Scene III 
     Act IV  Scene IV     
     Act V   Scene I 
     Act V   Scene II 
     Act V   Scene III 
     Act V   Scene IV 
     Act V   Scene V
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     Act V 

    
    ACT V: SCENE III	Plain between the camps.

    
    	KING HENRY enters with his power. Alarum to the
    	battle. Then enter DOUGLAS and SIR WALTER BLUNT
    
    SIR WALTER BLUNT	What is thy name, that in the battle thus
    	Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek
    	Upon my head?
    
    EARL OF 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.
    
    SIR WALTER BLUNT	They tell thee true.
    
    EARL OF DOUGLAS	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.
    
    SIR WALTER 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 SIR WALTER BLUNT.
    	Enter HOTSPUR
    
    HOTSPUR	O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,
    	never had triumph'd upon a Scot.
    
    EARL OF DOUGLAS	All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king.
    
    HOTSPUR	Where?
    
    EARL OF 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.
    
    EARL OF DOUGLAS	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?
    
    HOTSPUR	The king hath many marching in his coats.
    
    EARL OF 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 moulten
    	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 PRINCE HENRY
    
    PRINCE HENRY	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 yet unrevenged: I prithee,
    	lend me thy sword.
    
    FALSTAFF	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 HENRY	He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I prithee,
    	lend me thy sword.
    
    FALSTAFF	Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st
    	not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.
    
    PRINCE HENRY	Give it to me: what, is it in the case?
    
    FALSTAFF	Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a city.
    
    	PRINCE HENRY draws it out, and finds it to be a
    	bottle of sack
    
    PRINCE HENRY	What, is it a time to jest and dally now?
    
    	He throws the bottle at him. Exit
    
    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.
    
    	Exit FALSTAFF
    
    
    

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