2864Can lift your blood vp with perswasion.

2866Mes. My Lord, heere are Letters for you.

2867Hot. I cannot reade them now.

2868O Gentlemen, the time of life is short;

2869To spend that shortnesse basely, were too long.

2870If life did ride vpon a Dials point,

2871Still ending at the arriuall of an houre,

2872And if we liue, we liue to treade on Kings:

2873If dye; braue death, when Princes dye with vs.

2874Now for our Consciences, the Armes is faire,

2875When the intent for bearing them is iust.

2877Mes. My Lord prepare, the King comes on apace.

2878Hot. I thanke him, that he cuts me from my tale:

2879For I professe not talking: Onely this,

2880Let each man do his best. And heere I draw a Sword,

2881Whose worthy temper I intend to staine

2882With the best blood that I can meete withall,

2883In the aduenture of this perillous day.

2884Now Esperance Percy, and set on:

2885Sound all the lofty Instruments of Warre,

2886And by that Musicke, Iet vs all imbrace:

2887For heauen to earth, some of vs neuer shall,

2888A second time do such a curtesie.

2892Blu. What is thy name, that in battel thus y^u crossest me?

2893What honor dost thou seeke vpon my head?

2894Dow. Know then my name is Dowglas,

2895And I do haunt thee in the battell thus,

2896Because some tell me, that thou art a King.

2897Blunt. They tell thee true.

2898Dow. The Lord of Stafford deere to day hath bought

2899Thy likenesse: for insted of thee King Harry,

2900This Sword hath ended him, so shall it thee,

2901Vnlesse thou yeeld thee as a Prisoner.

2902Blu. I was not borne to yeeld, thou haughty Scot,

2903And thou shalt finde a King that will reuenge

2904Lords Staffords death.

2906Hot. O Dowglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus

2907I neuer had triumphed o're a Scot.

2908Dow. All's done, all's won, here breathles lies the king

2909Hot. Where?

2910Dow. Heere.

2911Hot. This Dowglas? No, I know this face full well:

2912A gallant Knight he was, his name was Blunt,

2913Semblably furnish'd like the King himselfe.

2914Dow. Ah foole: go with thy soule whether it goes,

2915A borrowed Title hast thou bought too deere.

2916Why didst thou tell me, that thou wer't a King?

2917Hot. The King hath many marching in his Coats.

2918Dow. Now by my Sword, I will kill all his Coates,

2919Ile murder all his Wardrobe peece by peece,

2920Vntill I meet the King.

2921Hot. Vp, and away,

2922Our Souldiers stand full fairely for the day.

2924Fal. Though I could scape shot-free at London, I fear

2925the shot heere: here's no scoring, but vpon the pate. Soft

2926who are you? Sir Walter Blunt, there's Honour for you:

2927here's no vanity, I am as hot as molten Lead, and as hea-

2928uy too; heauen keepe Lead out of mee, I neede no more

2929weight then mine owne Bowelles. I haue led my rag of

2930Muffins where they are pepper'd: there's not three of my

2931150. left aliue, and they for the Townes end, to beg du-

2932ring life. But who comes heere?

2934Pri. What, stand'st thou idle here? Lend me thy sword,

2935Many a Nobleman likes starke and stiffe

2936Vnder the hooues of vaunting enemies,

2937Whose deaths are vnreueng'd. Prethy lend me thy sword

2938Fal. O Hal, I prethee giue me leaue to breath awhile:

2939Turke Gregory neuer did such deeds in Armes, as I haue

2940done this day. I haue paid Percy, I haue made him sure.

2941Prin. He is indeed, and liuing to kill thee:

2942I prethee lend me thy sword.

2943Falst. Nay Hal, is Percy bee aliue, thou getst not my

2944Sword; but take my Pistoll if thou wilt.

2945Prin. Giue it me: What, is it in the Case?

2946Fal. I Hal, 'tis hot: There's that will Sacke a City.

2948Prin. What, is it a time to iest and dally now. Exit.

2950Fal. If Percy be aliue, Ile pierce him: if he do come in

2951my way, so: if he do not, if I come in his (willingly) let

2952him make a Carbonado of me. I like not such grinning

2953honour as Sir Walter hath: Giue mee life, which if I can

2954saue, so: if not, honour comes vnlook'd for, and ther's an

2955end. Exit

2960King. I prethee Harry withdraw thy selfe, thou blee-

2961dest too much: Lord Iohn of Lancaster, go you with him.

2962P.Ioh. Not I, my Lord, vnlesse I did bleed too.

2963Prin. I beseech your Maiesty make vp,

2964Least you retirement do amaze your friends.

2965King. I will do so:

2966My Lord of Westmerland leade him to his Tent.

2967West. Come my Lord, Ile leade you to your Tent.

2968Prin. Lead me my Lord? I do not need your helpe;

2969And heauen forbid a shallow scratch should driue

2970The Prince of Wales from such a field as this,

2971Where stain'd Nobility lyes troden on,

2972And Rebels Armes triumph in massacres.

2973Ioh. We breath too long: Come cosin Westmerland,

2974Our duty this way lies, for heauens sake come.

2975Prin. By heauen thou hast deceiu'd me Lancaster,

2976I did not thinke thee Lord of such a spirit:

2977Before, I lou'd thee as a Brother, Iohn;

2978But now, I do respect thee as my Soule.

2979King. I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point,

2980With lustier maintenance then I did looke for

2981Of such an vngrowne Warriour.

2982Prin. O this Boy, lends mettall to vs all. Exit.

2984Dow. Another King? They grow like Hydra's heads:

2985I am the Dowglas, fatall to all those

2986That weare those colours on them. What art thou

2987That counterfeit'st the person of a King?

2988King. The King himselfe: who Dowglas grieues at hart