Hot. This, Douglas? no: I know this face full well:[3138]
A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;20
Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.
Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes![3139]
A borrowed title hast thou bought too dear:[3140]
Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?
Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats.[3141]25
Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;
I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
Until I meet the king.
Hot. Up, and away!
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. [Exeunt.
Alarum. Enter Falstaff, solus.[3142]
Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear30
the shot here; here's no scoring but upon the pate. Soft!
who are you? Sir Walter Blunt: there's honour for you![3143]
here's no vanity! I am as hot as molten lead, and as
heavy too: God keep lead out of me! I need no more[3144]
weight than mine own bowels. I have led my ragamuffins[3145]35
where they are peppered: there's not three of my hundred[3146][3147]
and fifty left alive; and they are for the town's end, to beg[3147][3148]
during life. But who comes here?
Enter the Prince.
Prince. What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword:[3149]
Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff[3150]40
Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
Whose deaths are yet unrevenged: I prithee, lend me thy sword.[3151]
Fal. 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.[3152]45