| ACT V.
4. Scene IV. Another Part of the Field.
 [Alarums. Excursions. Enter King Henry, Prince Henry, 
Lancaster, and Westmoreland.]
 
 KING.
I pr'ythee,
 Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleedest too much.--
 Lord John of Lancaster, go you unto him.
 
 LAN.
Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
 
 PRINCE.
I do beseech your Majesty, make up,
 Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
 
 KING.
I will do so.--
 My Lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.
 
 WEST.
Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent.
 
 PRINCE.
Lead me, my lord?  I do not need your help:
 And God forbid, a shallow scratch should drive
 The Prince of Wales from such a field as this,
 Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on,
 And rebels' arms triumph in massacres!
 
 LAN.
We breathe too long:--come, cousin Westmoreland,
 Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come.
 
 [Exeunt Lancaster and Westmoreland.]
 PRINCE.
By Heaven, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster;
 I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:
 Before, I loved thee as a brother, John;
 But now I do respect thee as my soul.
 
 KING.
I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point
 With lustier maintenance than I did look for
 Of such an ungrown warrior.
 
 PRINCE.
O, this boy
 Lends mettle to us all!
 
 [Exit.]
 
 [Alarums. Enter Douglas.]
 DOUG.
Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads:
 I am the Douglas, fatal to all those
 
 That wear those colours on them.--What art thou,
That counterfeit'st the person of a king?
 
 KING.
The King himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heart
 So many of his shadows thou hast met,
 And not the very King. I have two boys
 Seek Percy and thyself about the field:
 But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily,
 I will assay thee; so, defend thyself.
 
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