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

4    Know then, my name is Douglas;
5    And I do haunt thee in the battle thus
6    Because some tell me that thou art a king.

7    They tell thee true.

8    The Lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought
9    Thy likeness, for instead of thee, King Harry,
10   This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee,
11   Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.

12   I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;
13   And thou shalt find a king that will revenge
14   Lord Stafford's death.

15   O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,
16   never had triumph'd upon a Scot.

17   All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king.

18   Where?

19   Here.

20   This, Douglas? no: I know this face full well:
21   A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;
22   Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.

23   A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!
24   A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear:
25   Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?

26   The king hath many marching in his coats.

27   Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;
28   I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
29   Until I meet the king.

30   Up, and away!
31   Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.

32   Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear
33   the shot here; here's no scoring but upon the pate.
34   Soft! who are you? Sir Walter Blunt: there's honour
35   for you! here's no vanity! I am as hot as moulten
36   lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead out of me! I
37   need no more weight than mine own bowels. I have
38   led my ragamuffins where they are peppered: there's
39   not three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and
40   they are for the town's end, to beg during life.
41   But who comes here?

42   What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword:
43   Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
44   Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
45   Whose deaths are yet unrevenged: I prithee,
46   lend me thy sword.

47   O Hal, I prithee, give me leave to breathe awhile.
48   Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms as I have
49   done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him sure.

50   He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I prithee,
51   lend me thy sword.

52   Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st
53   not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.

54   Give it to me: what, is it in the case?

55   Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a city.

56   What, is it a time to jest and dally now?

57   Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do
58   come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in his
59   willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like
60   not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath: give me
61   life: which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes
62   unlooked for, and there's an end.