He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I prithee, lend me thy sword. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt. Give it to me: what, is it in the case? Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a city. What, is it a time to jest and dally now? 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 unlooked for, and there's an end. I prithee, Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much. Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. I beseech your majesty, make up, Lest your retirement do amaze your friends. I will do so. My Lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent. 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! We breathe too long: come, cousin Westmoreland, Our duty this way lies; for God's sake come. By God, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster; 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. I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point With lustier maintenance than I did look for Of such an ungrown warrior. O, this boy Lends mettle to us all! 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? 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. I fear thou art another counterfeit; And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king: But mine I am sure thou art, whoe'er