| ACT V SCENE III | Plain between the camps. | |
| | KING HENRY enters with his power. Alarum to thebattle. Then enter DOUGLAS and SIR WALTER BLUNT | |
| SIR WALTER BLUNT | What is thy name, that in the battle thus | |
| | Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek | |
| | Upon my head? | |
| EARL OF DOUGLAS | Know then, my name is Douglas; | 5 |
| | And I do haunt thee in the battle thus | |
| | Because some tell me that thou art a king. | |
| SIR WALTER BLUNT | They tell thee true. | |
| EARL OF DOUGLAS | The Lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought | |
| | Thy likeness, for instead of thee, King Harry, | 10 |
| | This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee, | |
| | Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner. | |
| SIR WALTER BLUNT | I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot; | |
| | And thou shalt find a king that will revenge | |
| | Lord Stafford's death. | 15 |
| | They fight. DOUGLAS kills SIR WALTER BLUNT.Enter HOTSPUR | |
| HOTSPUR | O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus, | |
| | never had triumph'd upon a Scot. | |
| EARL OF DOUGLAS | All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king. | |
| HOTSPUR | Where? | |
| EARL OF DOUGLAS | Here. | 20 |
| HOTSPUR | This, Douglas? no: I know this face full well: | |
| | A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt; | |
| | Semblably furnish'd like the king himself. | |
| EARL OF DOUGLAS | A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes! | |
| | A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear: | 25 |
| | Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king? | |
| HOTSPUR | The king hath many marching in his coats. | |
| EARL OF DOUGLAS | Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats; | |
| | I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece, | |
| | Until I meet the king. | 30 |
| HOTSPUR | Up, and away! | |
| | Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. | |
| | Exeunt | |
| | Alarum. Enter FALSTAFF, solus | |
| FALSTAFF | Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear | |
| | the shot here; here's no scoring but upon the pate. | |
| | Soft! who are you? Sir Walter Blunt: there's honour | 35 |
| | for you! here's no vanity! I am as hot as moulten | |
| | lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead out of me! I | |
| | need no more weight than mine own bowels. I have | |
| | led my ragamuffins where they are peppered: there's | |
| | not three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and | 40 |
| | they are for the town's end, to beg during life. | |
| | But who comes here? | |
| | Enter PRINCE HENRY | |
| PRINCE HENRY | What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword: | |
| | Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff | |
| | Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies, | 45 |
| | Whose deaths are yet unrevenged: I prithee, | |
| | lend me thy sword. | |
| FALSTAFF | O Hal, I prithee, give me leave to breathe awhile. | |
| | Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms as I have | |
| | done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him sure. | 50 |
| PRINCE HENRY | He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I prithee, | |
| | lend me thy sword. | |
| FALSTAFF | Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st | |
| | not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Give it to me: what, is it in the case? | 55 |
| FALSTAFF | Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a city. | |
| | PRINCE HENRY draws it out, and finds it to be abottle of sack | |
| PRINCE HENRY | What, is it a time to jest and dally now? | |
| | He throws the bottle at him. Exit | |
| FALSTAFF | Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do | |
| | come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in his | |
| | willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like | 60 |
| | not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath: give me | |
| | life: which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes | |
| | unlooked for, and there's an end. | |
| | Exit FALSTAFF | |
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