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Walter Blu Aless. My lord, here are letters for you. no vanity! Hot. I cannot read them now.

heavy too : o gentlemen, the time of life is short :

more weig To spend that shortness basely, were too long, my ragai If life did ride upon a dial's point,

there's but Süll ending at the arrival of au bour.

alive, and An if we live, we live to tread on kings ; during life, Ii die, brave death, when princes die with us! Now for our conscience,-the arms are fair, When the intent of bearing them is just.

P. Hen Enter another MESSENGER.

Many a no Mess. My lord, prepare ; the king comes on Under the арасе,

Whose de Hot. I thank him that he cuts me from my tale,

Fal. O For I profess not talking: Only this

breathe a Let each man do bis best: and bere draw I

deeds in a A sword, whose temper I intend to stain paid Percy With the best blood that I can meet withal

P. Hen In the adventure of this perilous day.

thee. Ler Now,--Esperance !-Percy !-And set on.

Fal. N Sound all the lofty instruments of war,

thou get's And by that music let us all embrace :

ir thou wil For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall

P. Hen A second time do such a courtesy.

Ful. AY [The Trumpets sound. They embrace, and will sack ereunt.


P. Her SCENE III.-Plain near Shrewsbury,

Fal. W Excursions, and Parties fighting. Alarum if he do c

to the Battle. Then enter DOUGLAS und come in BLUNT, meeting.

nado • of Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle as Sir Wa tbus

can save, Thou crossest me what bonour dost thou seek and there' Upon my head ?

Doug. Know then, my name is Douglas ; SC'EVE And I do haunt thee in the battle thus, Because some tell me that thou art a king.


Prince Blunt. They tell thee true,

MOREL Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought

K. Hen Thy likeness ; for, instead of thee, king Harry, Harry, w This sword hath ended him : $0 shall it thee,

Lord John Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner. (Scot, P. Joh

Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud And thou shalt find a king that will revenge

P. Hen Lord Statford's death.

Lest your [They fight, and BLUNT is slain. K. Her

My lord o Enter Hotspur.

West. 1 Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,

P. Hen I never had triumph'd upon a Scot. Doug. All's done, all's won ; here breathless and heav lies the king.

di Hot. Where?

The princ Doug. Here.

Where sta Hot. This, Douglas ? no, I know this face and rebel full well :

P. Joha A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt; Semblably furnisb'd like the king himself. Our duty

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Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it [Exeun A borrow'd title hast thon bought too dear. (goes :

P. Hen Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king!

L Hot. The king hath many marching in his I did not coats.

Before I Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his But now, coats ;

K. Her I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,

pe Until I meet the king.

With lusti Hot. Up, and away;

of such a Our soldiers stand full faisly for the day,

P. Her [Exeunt,

Lends mei Other Alarums.- Enter FALSTAFF. Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at Lon. Doug. don, I fear ihe shot Irere; here's no scoring,

hc but upon the pate.-Soft! who art thou? Sir I am the I

. In resemblance.

A pica

That wear those colours on them. What art P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy : Fare thce Tbat counterfeit'st the person of a king ? (thou,

well, great heart I K. Hen. The king himself; wbo, Douglas, III weav'd ambitiou, how much art thou shrunk! grieves at heart,

When that this body did contain a spirit, So many of his shadows thou hast met,

A kingdom for it was too small a bound : And not the very king. I have two boys, But now, two paces of the vilest earth Seek Percy and thyself about the field :

Is room enough ;-This earth, that bears thee But, seeing thou fall'st ou me so luckily, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. (dead, I will assay thee; so defend thyself.

If thou wert sensible of courtesy, Doug. I fear thou art another counterfeit; I should not make so dear a show of zeal : And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king : But let my favours * hide thy mangled face ; But mine, I am sure, thou art, who'er thou be, And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself And thus I win thee.

For doing these fair rites of tenderness. (They fight; the King being in danger, enter Adieu, and take thy praise with t'iee to heaven ! Prince HENRY.

Thy ignomy sleep with thee in the grave, P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou But not remembered in thy epitaph !art like

(He sees Falstaff on the ground. Never to boid it up again! the spirits

What! old acquaintance I could not all this flesh
Of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms : Keep in a little life ? Poor Jack, farewell !
It is the prince of Wales that threatens thee ; I could have better spar'd a better man.
Wbo never promiseth, but he means to pay:-- 0 I should have a heavy miss of thee,

(They fight; DOUGLAS flies. If I were much in love with vanity.
Cheerly, my lord ; How fares your grace ? Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day,
Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour seut, Though many dearer, in this bloody fray -
And so hath Clifton ; I'll to Clifton straight. Embowell'd will I see thee by and by ;
K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while :-

Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. (Erit. Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion ; [life, Fal. [Rising slou ly.] Embowelled ! is thou And sbow'd thou mak'st some tender of my enibowel mne to-day, Pll give you leave to powIn this fair rescue thou hast brought to ine. der + me, and eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, P: Hen. O heaven! they did me too inuch 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagani injury,

Scot bad paid me scot and lot too. CounterThat ever said I hearken'd for your death. feit? I lie, am no counterfeit : To die, is to be a If it were so, I might have let alone

counterfeit ; for be is but tbe counterfeit of a The insulting hand of Douglas over you ; man, wbo hath not the life of a man : but to Which would have been as speedy in your end, counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, As all the poisonous potions in the world, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect And say'd the treacherous labour of your son. image of life indeed. The better part of valour K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to Sir Nich-is-discretion ; in the which better part, I bave olas Gawsey. (Exit King HENRY. saved my life. 'Zounds, I am afraid of this

gunpowder Percy, though he be dead : How, Enter HOTSPUR.

if he should counterfeit too, and rise ? I am Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Mono afraid he would prove the better counterfeit. mouth.

Therefore I'll make him sure : yea, and I'll P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny swear I killed bim. Why may not be rise, as iny name.

well as I ? nothing confutes me but eyes, and Hol. My name is Harry Percy.

nobody sees me. Therefore, Sirrah, (Stabbing P. Hen. Why, then I see

him.) with a new wound in your thigh, come you A very valiant rebel of the name.

along with me. (Takes Hotspur on his luck. I am ibe prince of Wales ; and think not, Percy, To stare with me in glory any more :

Re-enter Prince HENRY and Prince John. To stars keep not their motion in one sphere ; P. Hen. Come, brother Jobn, full bravely Nor cau one England brook a double reign,

hast thou flesh'd or Harry Percy and tbe prince of Wales.

Tby maiden sword. Hol. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come P. John. But, soft I whom bave we here? To end the one of us; And 'would to God,

Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead ? Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!

P. Hen. I did ; I saw him dead, breathless, P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere i part from Upon the ground.

(and bleeding And all the budding honours on thy crest (thee; Art thou alive ? or is it fantasy (speak; I'll crop to make a garland for my head. That plays upon

our eyesight? I prythee Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. We will not trust our eyes, without our ears :

[They fight. Thou art not wbat thou seem'st.

Fal. No, that's certain ; I am not a double Enter EALSTAFF.

man : but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I Pal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal !-Nay, you a Jack. There is Percy: (Throwing the body skall fiad so boy's play bere, I can tell you. doun.) if your father will do me any honour Enter DorGlas; he fights with Falstapp, so; if not, let him kill the next Percy himself.

toho falls down as if he were dead, and look to be either earl or duke, I can assure erit Douglas. Hotspur is wounded, and you;

P. Hen. Why, Percy I killed myself, and falli.

saw thee dead. Act. O Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my

Fal. Didst thou ! Lord, Lord, how this I better brook the loss of brittle life, (youth, world is given to lying !-1 grant you,

I was Than those prond titles thou hast won of me;

down, and out of breath; and so was he: but They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword we arose both at an instant, and fought a long bour iny flesh;

[foo!; by Shrewsbury clock. If I may be believed, so ; But thonight's the slave of life, and life time's if not, let them that should reward valour bear And time, that takes survey of all the world,

the sin upon their own heads. I'll take it upon Vust have a stop. 0 I could prophesy,

my death, I gave himn this wound in the tbigh : But that the earthy and cold hand of death

if the man were alive, and would deny it, I Les on my tongue :-No, Percy, thou art dust,

would make him eat a piece of my sword. And food for


P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I * There is no reason to suppose that Hotspur was

heard. one brthe l'rince of Wales :' he probably tell by an mahud. Reputation.

• Scarf, with which be covers Percy s face. + Salt.

P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother K. Hen. Bea John.-

Vernon Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back ; Other offenders For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,

(Exeunt WORO I'll gild it with ibe happiest terms I have. How goes the ti

(A Retreat is sounded. P. Hen. The The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is our's.

he saw Come, brotber, let's to the highest of the field, The fortune of t To see what friends are living, who are dead, The noble Percy

(Exeunt Prince Henry and Prince John. Upon the foot o Fal. I'll follow, as they say for reward. He And, falling froi that rewards me, God reward him! If I do That the pursue grow great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and The Douglas is leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman I may dispose o should do. [Exit, bearing off the body. K. Hen. Wit

P. Hen. The SCENE V.-Another part of the Field. This honourable

Go to the Doug The Trumpets sound.- Enter King HENRY, Up to his pleas

Prince HENRY, Prince JOHN, WESTMORE. His valour, sho LAND and others, with WORCESTER and Hath taught us VERNON, prisoners.

Even in the bo P. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find re K. Hen. The buke.

our poi JI)-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace, You, son John, Pardon, and terms of love to all of you!

Towards York: And would'st thou turn our offers contrary ?

speed, Misuse the tenor of thy kinsinan's trust?

To meet Noi Three knights upon our party slain to-day,

Scroop A noble eari, and many a creature else,

Who, as we he: Had been alive this hour,

Myself and you If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne To fight with Betwixt our armies true intelligence.

Rebellion in th Wor. What I have done, my safety urged me Meeting the che to ;

And since this And I embrace this fortune patiently,

Let us not leav Since not to be avoided it falls on me.




LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. SHAKSPEARE is supposed to have written this play in 1598. Its action comprehends a period of nine years, com

zencing with Hotspur's death, 1403, and terminating with the coronation of Henry V. 1412-13. Many of the tragic scenes in this second portion of the history are forcible and pathetic ; but the comedy is of a mucha looser and more indecent character, than any in the preceding part. Shallow is an odd though pleasing por. trait of a brainless magistrate ; and a character, it is to be feared, not peculiar to Glostershire only. In thus exhibiting his worsbip to the ridicule of an audience, Shakspeare amply revenged himself on his old War. vickshire prosecutor. On the character of Falstaff, as exhibited in the two plays, Dr. Johnson makes the following admirable remarks: “Falstaff! unimitated, unimitable Falstaff, how shall I describe thee; thou compound of sense and vice; of sense which may be admired, but not esteemed ; of vice which may be despised, but hardly detested. Falstaff is a character loaded with faults, and with those faulus which naturally produce contempt. He is a thief and a glutton, a coward and a boaster ; always ready to cheat the weak, and prey upon the poor ; to terrily the timorous, and insult the defenceless. At once obsequivus and malignant, he saurizes in their absence those whom he lives by fiattering. He is familiar with the prince, only as an ageat of vice ; but of this familiarity he is so proud, as not only to be supercilious and haughty with common mes, but to think bis interest of importance to the Duke of Lancaster. Yet the man thus corrupt, thus despicable, makes himself necessary to the prince that despises him, by the most pleasing of all qualities, perpetual gaity; by an unfailing power of exciting laughter, which is the more freely indulged, as his wit is net of the splendid or ambitious kind, but consists in easy scapes and sallies of levity, whicb make sport, but raise no enry. It must be observed, that he is stained with no enormous or sanguinary crimes, so that his licentiousness is not so offensive but that it may be borne for bis mirth."



TRAVERs and MORTON, Domestics of Northum. HENRY, Prince of Wales, after.

berland. wards King Henry V.

FalstafY, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, and Page. THOXAS, Duke of Clarence,

Poins and Peto, Attendants Prince PaixCE JOHN of Lancaster, after. his Sons.

Henry. wards Duke of Bedford;

SHALLow and SILENCB, Country Justices. PRINCE HUYPHREY of Gloster,

DAVY, Servant to Shallow. afterwards Duke of Gloster,





Fang and SNARE, Sheriff's Officers. of the King's Party. LAYD,


A DANCER, Speaker of the Epilogue LORD CHIEF JUSTICE of the King's Bench. A GENTLEMAN attending on the Chief Justice. LADY NORTHUMBERLAND.-LADY Dercy, EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND,

$CROOP, Archbishop of York, Enemies
Lord MOWBRAY; LORD HASTINGS, to the Lords and other Attendants, Officers, Sol-
LORD BARDOLPH; Sir John COLB- King diers, Messenger, Drawers, Beadles,

Grooms, &c.
SCENE, England.


1, from the orient to the drooping west,

Making the wind my post horse, still unfold Werkuorth.Before Northumberland's The acts cominenced on this ball of earth: Castle.

Upon my tongues continual slanders ride; Enter RrYOUR, painted full of Tongues. Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.

The which in every language I pronounce, Rum. Open your ears; for which of you will I speak of peace, while covert enmity,

Under the smile of safety wounds the world : The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks ? | Aud who but Rumour, wlio but ouly 1,

Make fearful musters and prepar'd defence ; North. Here comes my servant, Traverse Wbilst the big year, swoll'n with some other

whom I sent grief,

On Tuesday last to listen after news. Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, Bard. My lord, I over-rode tim on the way; And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe

And he is furnish'd with no certainties, Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures ;

More than be haply may retain from me. And of so easy and so plain a stop,

Enter TRAVERS. 'That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude,

North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come Can play upon it. But what need l thus

with you? My well-known body to anatomize

Tra. My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me Among my household ? Wby is Rumour here :

back I ruu before king Harry's victory;

With joyful tidings; and, being better bored, Who, in a bloody field by Sbrewsbury,

Out-rode ine. After him, came spurring hard, Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his A gentleman almost forspent with sperú, troops,

That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied Quenching the flame of bold rebellion

horse : Even with the rebel's blood. But what mean I He ask'd the way to Chester; and of bim To speak so true at first? my office is

I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury. To noise abroad, -that Harry Moumouth fell He told me, that rebellion had bad luck, Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword; And that young Harry Percy's spur was add; And that the king before the Douglas' rage With that, he gave bis able borse the head, Stoop'd his anointed bead as low as death. And, bending forward, struck his armed heels Tois bave i rumour'd through the peasant Against the panting sides of his poor jade towns

l'p to the rowel-bead; and, starting so, Between that royal field of Shrewsbury

He seem'd iu running to devour the way, And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone, Staying no longer question. Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, Vorth. Ha !--Again. Lies ick : the posts come tiring on, Said be, young Harry Percy's spar was coldt And pot a man of them brings other news of Hotspur, colspur ? that rebellion Thau they have iearn'd of me; From Rumour's Had mei ill-luck! tongues

Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what They bring smooth comforts false, worse than If my young lord your son have not the day, true wrongs.

(Erit. Upon mive hononr, for a silken point

I'll give my barony: never talk of it.
North. Why should the gentleman, that rode

by Travers,

Give then such instances of loss

Bard. Who, he ? scene 1.---The same. –The Porter before The horse be rode on; and, upon my life,

He was some hilding fellow, that bad stola the Gate; Enter Lord BARDOLPH.

Spoke at a venture. Look, bere comes more Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho ?

Where is the earl ?

Port. What shall I say you are 1
Bard. Tell thou the earl,

North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a tide That the lord Bardolph doth attend him bere.

leaf, Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the Fortells the nature of a tragic volume : orchard ;

So looks the strood, wheron the imperious fed Please it your bonour, knock but at the gate, Hath left a witness'd usurpation. And he himself will answer.

Say, Morton, didst thou come from ShressEnter NORTHUX BERLAND.


Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord; Bard. Here comes the earl.

Where hateful death put on his ugliesi mask, North. What news, lord Bardolph ? every To fright our party. minute now

North. How doth my son and brotber? Should be the father of some stratagem: + Thou tiemblest; and the whiteness in thy check The times are wild; contention, like a horse Is apter than thy tougue to tell tby errand. Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, And bears down all before hiin.

So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Bard. Noble earl,

Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. Aud would have told him, balf bis Troy was North. Goud, an heaven will!

buru'd: Bard. As good as heart can wish :

But Priam found the fire, ere be bis tongue, The king is almost wounded to the death; And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it. And, in the fortune of my lord your son, This thou would'st say,-Your son did tbus and Prince Harry slain outright ; and both the

thus, Blunts

Your brother, thus ; so fought the noble Doug Kill'd by tbe hand of Douglas : young prince John,

Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds: And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field ; But in the end, to stop mine ear inderd, And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk Sir John, Thou bast a sigb to blow away this praise, Is prisoner to your son : 0 such a day,

Ending with-brother, son, and all are dead. So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won,

Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet : Came not, till now, tu dignify the umes, But, for my lord your son, Since Cæsar's fortunes !

North. Why, be is dead. North. How is this deriv'd ?

See, wbat a ready tongue suspicion hath? Saw you the field ? came you from Shrewsbury ? He that but fears the thing he would not Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came

know, from thence ;

Hath, by instinct, knowledge from other's eyes, A gentleman well bred, aud of good name, That what he fear'd is cbanced.

Yet speal, That freely render'd we these news for true.

Morton ;

Tell thou thy earl, bis divination lies;
• Northumberland eastle.
* Important or dreadful creat,

• Lace tagged + An attestatou of its rarage

las ;

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