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Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help;
And God forbid a shallow scratch should drive [10]
The Prince of Wales from such a field as this,
Where stained 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. [15]
[Exeunt Prince John and Westmoreland.]

PRINCE
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.

KING
I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point [20]
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.]

DOUGLAS
Another king? They grow like Hydra’s heads.
I am the Douglas, fatal to all those [25]
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