_King._ I will do so.[3168] My Lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.[3168] _West._ Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent.[3169] _Prince._ Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help: 10 And God forbid a shallow scratch should drive[3170] The Prince of Wales from such a field as this, Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on,[3171] And rebels' arms triumph in massacres! _Lan._ We breathe too long: come, cousin Westmoreland, 15 Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come. [_Exeunt Prince John and Westmoreland._[3172] _Prince._ By God, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster;[3170] 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. 20 _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[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 met 30 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 spirits 40 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