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Act 5, Scene 2
Henry IV, Part 1 Translation Act 5, Scene 3
The KING enters with his power and they cross the stage. Alarum to the battle.
Then enter DOUGLAS and Sir Walter BLUNT, disguised as the KING
BLUNT
What is thy name that in the battle thusThou crossest me? What honor dost thou seekUpon my head?
BLUNT
What is your name, you who attacked me in battle? What honor are you going to get by fighting me?
DOUGLAS
Know then, my name is Douglas,And I do haunt thee in the battle thusBecause some tell me that thou art a king.
DOUGLAS
I will tell you. My name is Douglas, and I was following you in the battle because I have been told that you are a king.
BLUNT
They tell thee true.
BLUNT
That is true.
DOUGLAS
The Lord of Stafford dear today 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.
DOUGLAS
The Lord of Stafford has paid heavily today for his resemblance to you, since my sword killed him instead of you, King Harry. Now finally my sword will kill you, unless you surrender to being my prisoner.
BLUNT
I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot,And thou shalt find a king that will revengeLord Stafford’s death.
BLUNT
I wasn't born to surrender, you smug Scotsman. Now you will see a king taking revenge for Lord Stafford's death.
They fight. DOUGLAS kills BLUNT. Enter HOTSPUR
HOTSPUR
O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,I never had triumphed upon a Scot.
HOTSPUR
Oh, Douglas, if only you had fought like this at the battle of Holmedon, I would never have been able to beat a Scotsman like you!
DOUGLAS
All’s done, all’s won; here breathless lies the King.
DOUGLAS
It's done. The battle has been won! Here is the dead King.
HOTSPUR
Where?
HOTSPUR
Where?
DOUGLAS
Here.
DOUGLAS
Here.
HOTSPUR
This, Douglas? No, I know this face full well.A gallant knight he was; his name was Blunt,Semblably furnished like the King himself.
HOTSPUR
This body, Douglas? No, I recognize this man's face. He was a brave knight called Blunt. He is simply dressed to look like the King.
DOUGLAS
[To BLUNT] A fool go with thy soul whither it goes!A borrowed title hast thou bought too dear.Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?
DOUGLAS
[To BLUNT] Wherever your soul is going, may the name of "fool" go with it! You have given your life for a borrowed title. Why did you tell me that you were a king?
HOTSPUR
The King hath many marching in his coats.
HOTSPUR
The King has made many soldiers march in his clothes.
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.
DOUGLAS
Now, I swear by my sword that I will kill everyone wearing his coats. I will murder his entire wardrobe, one by one, until I get to the King himself.
HOTSPUR
Up and away!Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.
HOTSPUR
Get going then! Our soldiers are on the verge of victory!
Exeunt
Alarum. Enter FALSTAFF alone.
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 honor for you. 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 weight than mine own bowels. I have led my ragamuffins where they are peppered. There’s not three of my hundredand fifty left alive, and they are for the town’s end, to beg during life. But who comes here?
FALSTAFF
Although I managed to escape without paying in London, I am scared I won't escape so easily here. Here everything is taken on the head. Wait, who is this? Sir Walter Blunt. There's honor for you, but there's no vanity. I am as hot as liquid lead, and as heavy as lead as well. Please God keep the lead out of me. I'm fat enough as it is without extra lead in my stomach. I've led my pathetic troops into battle, and they've all been killed. There's only about three of my one hundred and fifty left alive, and they're only fit to beg on the outskirts of town. Wait, who's this?
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, Whose deaths are yet unrevenged. I prithee, Lend me thy sword.
PRINCE HENRY
What? Are you standing around doing nothing? Lend me your sword. Many noble men are lying stiff and dead under the horses of our boastful enemies, and their deaths have not yet been revenged. I ask you again, lend me your sword.
FALSTAFF
O Hal, I prithee, give me leave to breathe awhile. TurkGregory never did such deeds in arms as I have done this day. I have paid Percy; I have made him sure.
FALSTAFF
Oh, Hal, just give me a second to catch my breath. Even Turk Gregory never fought as heroically as I have done today. I have killed Percy, now it's okay.
PRINCE HENRY
He is indeed, and living to kill thee.I prithee, lend me thy sword.
PRINCE HENRY
He is certainly okay, and will now be coming to kill you. Come on, lend me your sword.
FALSTAFF
Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou gett’st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.
FALSTAFF
No, I can't Hal! If Percy is still alive, then you can't have my sword. But take my gun if you want.
PRINCE HENRY
Give it to me. What, is it in the case?
PRINCE HENRY
Give it to me. Is it in its holster?
FALSTAFF
Ay, Hal, ’tis hot, ’tis hot. There’s that will sack a city. [ PRINCEHENRY draws it out and finds it to be a bottle of sack]
FALSTAFF
Yes, Hal, it's hot, very hot—it could sack a city. [PRINCE HENRY draws it out and finds it to be a bottle of white wine]
PRINCE HENRY
What, is it a time to jest and dally now?
PRINCE HENRY
What?! Do you think now is a time for jokes?
He throws the bottle at him.
Exit PRINCE HENRY
FALSTAFF
Well, if Percy be alive, I’ll pierce him. If he do comein my way, so; if he do not, if I come in his willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like not such grinning honor as Sir Walter hath. Give me life, which if I can save, so: if not, honor comes unlooked for, and there’s an end.
FALSTAFF
Well, if Percy is still alive, I'll stab him, especially if he runs right at me. If he doesn't run right at me, then I will gladly run at him and let him cut me up like a piece of meat. I don't want the same kind of insignificant honor that Sir Walter had. Let me have life, and if I can have that, great. If not, then I will get honor without looking for it. There, that's an ending.
Exit
