Prince. O, this boy[3173]
Lends mettle to us all![3173] [Exit.
Enter Douglas.[3174]
Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads:25
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?
K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heart
So many of his shadows thou hast met30
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.[3175]
Doug. I fear thou art another counterfeit;35
And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king:
But mine I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be,
And thus I win thee.
[They fight; the King being in danger, re-enter Prince of Wales.[3176]
Prince. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like[3177]
Never to hold it up again! the spirits40
Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms:[3178]
It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee;[3179]
Who never promiseth but he means to pay.
[They fight: Douglas flies.
Cheerly, my lord: how fares your grace?
Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent,45
And so hath Clifton: I'll to Clifton straight.
King. Stay, and breathe awhile:[3180]
Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion,[3181]
And show'd thou makest some tender of my life,
In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.50