3. Scene III. Plain between the Camps.
[Excursions, and Parties fighting. Alarum to the battle.
Then enter Douglas and Sir Walter Blunt, meeting.]
What is thy name, that in the battle thus
Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek
Upon my head?
Know, then, my name is Douglas,
And I do haunt thee in the battle thus
Because some tell me that thou art a king.
They tell thee true.
The Lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought
Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, King Harry,
This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee,
Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;
And thou shalt find a king that will revenge
Lord Stafford's death.
[They fight, and Blunt is slain. Enter Hotspur.]
O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,
I never had triumphed o'er a Scot.
All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the King.
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.
A fool go with thy soul, where're it goes!
A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear:
Why 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;
I'll murder all his wardrobe piece by piece,
Until I meet the King.
Up, and away!
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.
[Alarums. Enter Falstaff.]