28872647For heauen to earth some of vs neuer shall

28882648A second time do such a courtesie.

28922652Blunt. What is thy name that in battell thus thou crossest me,

28932653What honour dost thou seeke vpon my head?

28942654Doug. Know then my name is Douglas,

28952655And I do haunt thee in the battell thus

28962656Because some tell me that thou art a king.

28972657Blunt. They tell thee true.

28982658Doug. The Lord of Stafford deare to day hath bought

28992659Thy likenesse, for in steed of thee king Harry

29002660This sword hath ended him, so shall it thee

29012661Vnlesse thou yeeld thee as my prisoner.

29022662Blunt. I was not borne a yeelder thou proud Scot,

29032663And thou shalt find a king that will reuenge

29042664Lord Staffords death.

29062666Hot. O Douglas hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus

29072667I neuer had triumpht vpon a Scot.

29082668Doug. Als done, als won here, breathles lies the king.

29092669Hot. Where? Doug. Here.

29112670Hot. This Douglas? no, I know this face full well,

29122671A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt,

29132672Semblably furnisht like the king himselfe.

29142673Doug. Ah foole, goe with thy soule whither it goes,

29152674A borrowed title hast thou bought too deare.

29162675Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?

29172676Hot. The king hath many marching in his coates.

29182677Doug. Now by my sword I will kill al his coates.

29192678Ile murder all his wardrop, peece by peece

29202679Vntill I meete the king.

29222680Our souldiers stand full fairely for the day.

29242682Falst. Though I could scape shot-free at London, I feare the

29252683shot here, heres no skoring but vpon the pate. Soft, who are you?

29262684sir Walter Blunt, theres honour for you, heres no vanitie, I am as

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