Shrewsbury. The Battlefield.
 The KING enters with his POWER.
 Alarum, and exeunt to the battle.
 Then enter DOUGLAS, and SIR WALTER BLUNT disguised as the king.

Blunt	What is thy name, that in the battle thus
	Thou crossest me? What honour dost thou seek
	Upon my head?

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.

Blunt	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,
	Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.

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 BLUNT. Then enter HOTSPUR.

Hotspur	O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,
	I never had triumphed upon a Scot.

Douglas	All's done, all's won: here breathless lies the king.

Hotspur	Where?

Douglas	Here.

Hotspur	This, Douglas? No; I know this face full well:
	A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;
	Semblably furnished like the king himself.

Douglas	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?

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!
	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 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 during life. But who 
	comes here?

                            Enter the PRINCE.

Prince Henry	What, stands 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 gets not my 
	sword; but take my pistol if thou wilt.

Prince Henry	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 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.
