What is thy name, that in battle thus thou crossest me?

5.3.22893What honor dost thou seek upon my head?

Know then my name is Douglas,

5.3.42895And I do haunt thee in the battle thus

5.3.52896Because some tell me that thou art a king.

They tell thee true.

The Lord of Stafford dear today hath bought

5.3.82899Thy likeness, for instead of thee, King Harry,

5.3.92900This sword hath ended him. So shall it thee,

5.3.102901Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.

I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot,

5.3.122903And thou shalt find a king that will revenge

5.3.132904Lord Stafford's death.

O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,

5.3.152907I never had triumphed upon a Scot.

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

Where?

Here.

This Douglas? No, I know this face full well.

5.3.202912A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt,

5.3.212913Semblably furnished like the king himself.

[To the corpse] Ah fool, go with thy soul, whither it goes!

5.3.232915A borrowed title hast thou bought too dear.

5.3.242916Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?

The king hath many marching in his coats.

Now by my sword, I will kill all his coats.

5.3.272919I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,

5.3.282920Until I meet the king.

Until I meet the king. 2921Up and away!

5.3.292922Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.

Though I could scape shot-free at London, I fear the 2925shot here. Here's no scoring but upon the pate. Soft! Who are you? 2926Sir Walter Blunt. There's honor for you. Here's no vanity. I am as 2927hot as molten lead, and as heavy too. God keep lead out of me! 2928I need no more weight than mine own bowels. I have led my 2929ragamuffins where they are peppered; there's not three of my 2931hundred and fifty left alive, and they are for the town's end, to beg during 2932life. But who comes here?

What, stands thou idle here? Lend me thy sword.

5.3.322935Many a noble man lies stark and stiff

5.3.332936Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,

5.3.342937Whose deaths are yet unrevenged. I prithee

5.3.35Lend me thy sword.

O Hal, I prithee give me leave to breathe awhile. Turk Gregory 2939never did such deeds in arms as I have done this day. 2940I have paid Percy, I have made him sure.

He is indeed, and living to kill thee.

5.3.1392942I prithee lend me thy sword.

Nay, before god, Hal, if Percy be alive thou gets not my 2944sword; but take my pistol if thou wilt.

Give it me. What, is it in the case?

Ay, Hal, 'tis hot, 'tis hot. There's that will sack a city.

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

Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do come in 2951my way, so. If he do not, if I come in his willingly, let him make 2952a carbonado of me. I like not such grinning honor as Sir 2953Walter hath. Give me life, which if I can save, so; if not, honor comes 2954unlooked for, and there's an 2955end.