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Who is to bear me like a thunderbolt
Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales.
O that Glendower were come!
There is more news.
I learned in Worcester, as I rode along, He cannot draw his power1 this fourteen days. Douglas. That's the worst tidings that I hear of yet. Worcester. Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound. Hotspur. What may the King's whole battle reach unto?? Vernon. To thirty thousand.
Forty let it be!
My father and Glendower both away,
[Exeunt L. 1.]
Scene 2. Gray sunrise.
Enter the King, Prince of Wales, and Lord John of Lancaster [R.].
King. How bloodily the sun begins to peer
Above yon hill! The day looks pale. Prince. The southern wind
Doth play the trumpet,
And the hollow whistling in the leaves
Enter Worcester and Vernon [L.].
They hold one arm high as they enter, to show they are ambassadors.
King. My lord of Wo cester! 'tis not well
That you and I should meet upon such te ms
As now we meet. You have deceived our trust. This is not well, my lord, this is not well. Worcester. Hear me, my liege.
For mine own part, I could be content.
1 draw his power: collect his army.
2 whole battle reach unto: whole army number.
But we were forced for safety sake, to fly
And raise this present arm
That you you self have forged against yourself
And violation of all faith and truth.
Tell your nephew Hotspur, that the Prince of Wales
More daring or more bold, is now alive
I am content that he shall take the odds
Of his great name,
And will, to save the blood on either side,
Try fortune with him in a single fight.
King. And, Prince of Wales, so dare we venture thee.
No, good Worcester, no,
We love our
people well, even those
[Exeunt Worcester and Vernon. L.] Prince. It will not be accepted.
The Douglas and the Hotspur both together
King. Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge.
Worcester returns bringing Vernon with him [L.].
The liberal and kind offer of the King.
The King should keep his word.
Suspicion all our lives shall fill his eyes.
In any case, the offer of the King.
Vernon. Deliver what you will; I'll say 'tis so.
Worcester. The King will bid you battle presently.
Hotspur. Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so.
[Exit Douglas R.]
Worcester. The Prince of Wales stepped forth before the King,
Hotspur. O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads,
Douglas. Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown
With the best blood that I can meet.
Now Percy! and set on.
Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall
The trumpets sound [L.]. They embrace, and face in the direction of the King's army [R.].
As the lights are cut off, they and their armies can be heard marching to the battle [R.].
After an interval, out from the alarums of the battle [R.] emerges Sir Walter Blunt, pursued by Douglas.1
Blunt. What is thy name? What honor dost thou seek
Douglas. My name is Douglas;
And I do haunt thee in the battle thus
Because some tell me that thou art the King. Blunt. They tell thee true.
They fight, and Douglas kills Blunt, just as Hotspur enters [R.]. Douglas. All's done, all's won; here lies the King. Hotspur. Where?
Hotspur. This, Douglas? No. I know this face.
Until I meet the King.
Up, and away!
Our soldiers stand fully fairly for the day.
An instant's darkness, and a dull roll of thunder [R.] ending in a great clap.
The lights reveal Falstaff alone on the center of the stage. Falstaff. I have led my soldiers where they were peppered. There's not three of my hundred and fifty left alive. The Prince enters [R.].
Prince. What, stand'st thou idle here?
Lend me thy sword.
1 pursued by Douglas. The stage lights are now on.
2 An instant's darkness. Blunt must take advantage of the darkness to disappear from the stage.
Falstaff. O Hal, give me leave to breathe a while. I have
just killed Percy; I have made him sure.
Prince. He's sure indeed, and living to kill thee. Lend me thy sword.
Falstaff. Nay, if Percy be alive, thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.
Give it me. What, is it in the case?
The Prince draws it out, and finds it to be a bottle of wine. He throws the bottle at Falstaff and charges back into the battle [R.]. Falstaff follows him.
[Cut lights again.]
Then the King enters, pursued by Douglas. [They fight, the King being in danger.]
The Prince reappears.
Prince. Hold up thy head, vile Scot.
It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee.
The Prince and Douglas fight; Douglas flies [R.].
Hotspur. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.1
Why, then I see
A very valiant rebel of the name.
I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Hotspur,
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere 2;
Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales.
1 Monmouth (mon'muth), the town in Wales where Prince Hal was born.
2 sphere. Old astronomers thought the stars, sun, and moon were enclosed in transparent spherical shells, in which they moved.