The First Part of Henry the Fourth: ACT V
Introduction ACT I ACT II ACT III ACT IV ACT V SCENE I. KING HENRY IV's camp near Shrewsbury. SCENE II. The rebel camp. SCENE III. Plain between the camps. SCENE IV. Another part of the field. SCENE V. Another part of the field. About the Play Feedback			Search: All the plays Hamlet Coriolanus Julius Caesar King Lear Macbeth Othello Romeo and Juliet Richard II Richard III Titus Andronicus Antony and Cleopatra Timon of Athens Henry IV Part 1 Henry IV Part 2 Henry the Fifth Henry VI Part 1 Henry VI Part 2 Henry VI Part 3 Henry VIII King John Pericles Troilus and Cressida All's Well... As You Like It The Comedy of Errors Cymbeline A Midsummer... Love's Labour's Lost Measure for Measure The Merry Wives... Much Ado about Nothing The Merchant of Venice Twelfth Night The Taming of... The Tempest The Two Gentlemen... The Winter's Tale    for: 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; 5     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, 10    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 15    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 20    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: 25    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 30    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 35    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 40    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, 45    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 50    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 55    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 60    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 Return to top of page ... or ... Go to next scene