What, is it a time to jest and dally now? He throws the bottle at him. Exit. Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do come in 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 honour as Sir Walter hath. Give me life; which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes unlook'd for, and there's an end. Exit. Scene IV. Another part of the field. Alarum. Excursions. Enter the King, the Prince, Lord John of Lancaster, Earl of Westmoreland King. I prithee, Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleedest too much. Lord John of Lancaster, go you unto him. John. 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! John. We breathe too long. Come, cousin Westmoreland, Our duty this way lies. For God's sake, come. [Exeunt Prince John and Westmoreland.] Prince. By God, thou hast deceiv'd me, Lancaster! I did not think thee lord of such a spirit. Before, I lov'd 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. 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. Doug. I fear thou art another counterfeit; And yet, in faith, thou bearest 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, enter Prince of Wales.