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King IIENRY THE FOURTH :
HENRY, Prince of Wales, afterwards
, PUNCE JOHN of Lincaster, afterwards }his Sons.
(2 Henry V.) Duke of Bedford ; PRINCE THUMPHREY of Gloster, aster
wards (2 lienry V.) Duke of Glosier;
Eurl of' Warwick ;
Eurl of Westmoreland ; of the King's Party.
GOWER; TARCOURT ;
Lord Chief Justice of the King's Bench.
A Gentleinan attending on the Chief Justice.
Earl of Northumberland;
SCROOT', Archbishop of York ;
Enemies to the LORD MOWBRAY; LORD ILASTINGS;
LORD BARDOLPII; SIR JOIN COLEVILE ;
TRAVERs an:/ MORTON, Domestics of Northumberland.
FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, Pistol, and Page.
Poin's and Pero, Attendants on Prince Henry,
SILALLOW anı SILENCE, Country Justices.
DAVY, Skrvant to Shallow.
MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, and BULLCALF,
Fandi anil SNARE, Sheriff's Officers.
Rrmur. 4 Porter.
A Dincer, Speaker of the Epilogue.
Lady Percy. IllusTESS QUICKLY. Doll TEAR-SITEET.
Lords, anıl other Attendants; Oficers, Soldiers, Messen
ger, Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, fc.
Warkworth. Before Northumberland's Castle.
Enter Rumor, painted full of tongues.'
Rumor. Open your cars; for which of you will stop
The vent of hearing, when loud Rumor speaks?
I, from the orient to the drooping west,
Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold
The acts commenced on this ball of earth.
pon my tongues continual sliders ride ;
The which in every langimge I pronounce,
Stuffing the cars of men with false reports.
I speak of peace, while covert enmity,
Under the smile of safety, wounds the world;
And who but Rumor, who but only 1,
Make fearful musters, and prepared defence;
Whilst the big ear, swollen with some other grief,
Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,
And no such matter? Rumor is a pipe
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures ;
And of so easy and so plain a stop,
That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
The still-discordant wavering multitude,
Can play upon it. But what need I thus
My well-known body to anatomize
Among my household ? Why is rumor here?
I run before king Harry's victory;
Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury,
Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his troops,
Quenching the flame of bold rebellion
Even with the rebels' blood. But what mean I
To speak so true at first? My office is
To noise abroad,—that Harry Monmouth fell
Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword;
And that the king before the Douglas' rage
Stooped his anointed head as low as death.
This have I rumored through the peasant towns
Between that royal field of Shrewsbury
And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone,
Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland,
Lies crafty-sick. The posts come tiring on,
And not a man of them brings other news
Than they have learned of me. From Rumor's tongues
They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true
The same. The Porter before the Gate.
Enter LORD BARDOLPH. Bardolph. Who keeps the gate here, ho ? —Where
is the earl? Port. What shall I say you are? Bard.
Tell thou the earl, That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here.
Port. His lordship is walked forth into the orchard.
Please it your honor, knock but at the gate,
And he himself will answer.
Here comes the earl. North. What news, lord Bardolph ? Every minute
Should be the father of some stratagem;
The times are wild; contention, like a horse
Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,
And bears down all before him.
I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.
North. Good, an Heaven will !
As good as heart can wish.-
The king is almost wounded to the death;
And, in the fortune of my lord your son,
Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts
Killed by the hand of Douglas : young prince John,
And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field;
And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk sir John,
Is prisoner to your son.
0, such a day,
So fought, so followed, and so fairly won,
Came not, till now, to dignify the times,
Since Cæsar's fortunes !
How is this derived ?
Saw you the field ? Came you from Shrewsbury ?
Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came from
thence; A gentleman well-bred, and of good name, That freely rendered me these news for true. North. Here comes my servant, Travers, whom I
On Tuesday last to listen after news.
Bard. My lord, I overrode him on the way;
And he is furnished with no certainties,
More than he haply may retail from me.
North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come with
Tra. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turned me back
With joyful tidings; and, being better horsed,
Outrode me. After him, came, spurring hard,
A gentleman almost forspent with speed,
That stopped by me to breathe his bloodied horse.
He asked the way to Chester; and of him
I did demud, what news from Shrewsbury.
He told me, that rebellion had bad luck,
And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold.
With that he gave his able horse the head,
And, bending forward, struck his armed heels
Aguinst the panting sides of his poor jade
Up to the rowel-head; and, starting so,
He seemed in running to devour the way,
Staying no longer question.
Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold?
Of Hotspur, coldspur? that rebellion
Had met ill luck!
My lord, I'll tell you what;
If my young lord your son have not the day,
Upon mine honor, for a silken point ?
I'll give my barony ; never talk of it.
North. Why should the gentleman, that rode by
Give then such instances of loss?
Who, he ?
He was some hilding 3 fellow, that had stolen
The horse he rode on ; and, upon my life,
Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news.
Enter Morton. North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-lcas, Foretells the nature of a tragic volume;