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-- Philip Weller, November 13, 1941 - February 1, 2021
Dr. Weller, an Eastern Washington University professor of English and Shakespearean scholar for more than 50 years.

The First Part of Henry IV:

Act 5, Scene 3

           The trumpets sound. The KING enters with
  *        his power [and passes over]. Alarm to
           the battle. Then enter DOUGLAS and
           SIR WALTER BLUNT.

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

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

  6   They tell thee true.

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

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

           They fight. Douglas kills Blunt.

           Then enter HOTSPUR.

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

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

 17   Where?

 18   Here.

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

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

 25   The King hath many marching in his coats.

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

 28                                     Up, and away!
 29   Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.


           Alarm. Enter FALSTAFF solus.

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

           Enter the PRINCE.

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

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

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

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

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

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

           The Prince draws it out, and finds it
           to be a bottle of sack.

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

           He throws the bottle at him. Exit.

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