William Shakespeare: Henry IV (Pt 1), Act V, Scene III
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King Henry enters with his power. Alarum to the battle. Then enter Douglas and Sir Walter Blunt
Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek
Upon my head?
And I do haunt thee in the battle thus
Because some tell me that thou art a king.
Thy likeness, for instead of thee, King Harry,
This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee,
Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
And thou shalt find a king that will revenge
Lord Stafford's death.
They fight. Douglas kills Sir Walter Blunt. Enter Hotspur
A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;
Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.
A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear:
Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?
I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
Until I meet the king.
Alarum. Enter Falstaff, solus
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
Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
Whose deaths are yet unrevenged. I Prithee,
Lend me thy sword.
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.
Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.
Prince Henry draws it out, and finds it to be a bottle of sack
He throws the bottle at him. Exit
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