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| Source: Folger Shakespeare Library |
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The King enters with his power, crosses the stage and
exits. Alarum to the battle. Then enter Douglas, and Sir
Walter Blunt, disguised as the King. BLUNT, as King
What is thy name that in the battle thus
Thou crossest me? What honor dost thou seek
Upon my head? DOUGLAS Know then my name is Douglas,
And I do haunt thee in the battle thus 5
Because some tell me that thou art a king. BLUNT, as King They tell thee true. DOUGLAS
The Lord of Stafford dear today hath bought
Thy likeness, for instead of thee, King Harry,
This sword hath ended him. So shall it thee, 10
Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner. BLUNT, as King
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. | Cut to the battle scene.
Walter Blunt, who is disguised as the king, encounters Douglas. They talk trash and then Douglas kills Blunt. |
Then enter Hotspur. HOTSPUR
O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus, 15
I never had triumphed upon a Scot. DOUGLAS
All’s done, all’s won; here breathless lies the King. | Hotspur enters and gives Douglas props for being such a mighty warrior. Douglas tells Hotspur they can all go home and have a nice hot soak in the tub because he's just killed King Henry. |
HOTSPUR Where? DOUGLAS Here. HOTSPUR
This, Douglas? No, I know this face full well. 20
A gallant knight he was; his name was Blunt,
Semblably furnished like the King himself. DOUGLAS, addressing Blunt’s corpse
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? 25 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! 30
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. They exit. | Hotspur points out that Douglas has killed Blunt, not the king. Henry's got a bunch of soldiers dressed like him for protection. Hotspur and Douglas run off to slay some more of the king's men. |
Alarm. Enter Falstaff alone. 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 honor for you. Here’s no vanity. I am as hot 35
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 40
during life. But who comes here? | Falstaff enters and sees Blunt's body on the ground. He reiterates that "honour" is a bunch of hogwash. Just look where it got Blunt. |
Enter the Prince. 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 yet unrevenged. I prithee 45
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. 50 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
gett’st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou
wilt. 55 PRINCE
Give it me. What, is it in the case? FALSTAFF 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 and exits. | Prince Hal joins him and asks to borrow Falstaff's weapon. He finds instead a bottle of wine, so Hal yells at Falstaff for acting like a clown at an inappropriate time. |
FALSTAFF Well, if Percy be alive, I’ll pierce him. If he do 60
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
unlooked for, and there’s an end. 65 He exits. Blunt’s body is carried off. | Falstaff waffles with some bull about how he's going to slay Percy if he sees him. |