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Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?
P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to Three knights upon our party slain to day,
you A noble earl, and many a creature else,
This hunourable bounty shall belong :
Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
His valour shown upon our crests to-day,
Even in the bosoin of our adversaries. Since not to be avoided il fulls on me.
K. Hen. Then this remains,-that we divide K. Hen. Bear l'orcester to the deain, and Ver
our power.non 100:
You, son John, and iny cousin Westmoreland, Olher oflenders we will pausc upon.
Towarus York shall bend you, with your dearet (Ereunt Worcester and Vcrnon, guarded. spced, How goes the field ?
To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when Who, as we hear, are busíly in arms : he saw
My elí,—and you, son llarry,—will towards Wales The fortune of the day quite turn’d from him, To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March. The noblc Perey slain, and all his men
Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, Upon the foot of lear, -ed with the rest; Meeting the check of such another day: And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis'd, And since this business so fair is done, Thai the pussuers took him. At my tent Let us not leave till all our own be won. The Douglas is ; and I beseech your grace,
(Ereuno I may dispose of him. K. Hen.
With all my heart.
SECOND PART OF
KING HENRY IV.
PERSONS REPRESENTED. King Henry thc Fourth.
Travcrs and Morton, domeslics of Northumberland. Henry, prince of Wales, afterwards
Falstafl, Bardolph, Pistol, and Page. King Henry V. ;
Poins and Peto, altendanis on Prince Henry. Thomas, duke oj Clarence;
Shallow and Silence, country Justices. Prince John of Lancaster, afterwards his sons. Davy, servant to Shallow. ellenry V.) duke of Bedforol;
Mouldy, Shadow, Wart, Feeble, and Bullcall, rePrincelIumphrey of Glosier, apierwards
cruits. ( Henry V.) duke of Gloster ;
Fang and Snare, sheriff's officers.
Rumour. 1 Porter.
Lady Northurnberland. Lady Percy.
Hostess Quickly. Doll Tear-sheet. Earl of Northumberland;
Lords and other attendants ; officers, soldiers, mesScroop, archbishop of York ;
enemies to Lord Mowbray; Lord Hastings; the king.
senger, drawers, beadles, grooms, fc. Lord Bardolph ; Sir John Coleville;
|This have I rumour'd through the peasant towns Between that royal field of Shrewsbury
And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone,'
Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, Warkworth. Before Northumberland's caslle.
Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on,
And not a man of them brings other news
Than they have learn'd of me; From Rumour's Rum. Open your ears; For which of you will
They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks ?
(Exit. 1, from the orient to the drooping west, Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold The acts commenced on this ball of earth :
SCENE I.-The same. The Porter before the Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
gale; Enter Lord Bardolph. I speak of peace, while covert enmity, Under the smile of safety, irounds the world :
Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho ?-Where is
the earl ? And who but Rumour, who but only I, Make fearful musiers, and prepar'd defence;
Port. What shall I say you are? Whilst the big year, swoll'n with some other grics,
Tell thou the earl, Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,
That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here. And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe
Porl. His lordship is walk'd forth into the or. Blown by surinises, jealousies, conjectures;
chard ; And of so easy and so plain a stop,
Please it your honour, knock but at the gate, That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
And he himself will answer.
Here comes the earl. Among my household ? Why is Rumour here? North. What news, lord Bardolph ? every minute I run before king Harry's victory; Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury,
Should be the father of some stratagem:
Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,
As good as heart can wish:Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death. The king is almost wounded to the death; (1) Northumberland's castle,
Q) Important or dreadful event.
And, in the fortune of my lord your son, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed,
How is this deriv'd? Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, Saw you the field ? came you from Shrewsbury ? Ending with-brother, son, and all, are dead. Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came from Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet: thence;
But, for my lord your son,A gentleman well bred, and of good name,
Why, he is dead. That freely render'd me these meivs for true. See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath! Virih. Ilere comes my servant, Travers, whom He, that but fears the thing he would not know, I sent
Hain, by instinct, knowledge from others' eyes, On Tuesday last to listen after news.
That what he fear'd is chanced. Yet speak, Mortoa; Durd. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; Tell thou thy earl, his divination lies; And he is fúrnish'd with no ccrtainties,
And I will take it as a sweet disgrace, More than he haply inay retain from me. And make thee rich for doing me such wrong:
Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid: Enter Travers.
Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain. North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead. with you?
I see a strange confession in thine eye: Tra. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back Thou shah’si thy head, and hold'st ii fear, or sin, With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd, To speak a truth. If he be slain, sar so: Out-rode mc. Aner him, came, spurring hard, The longur ofiends not, that reports his death: A gentleman almost forspent' with speed, And he doth sin, that doti belie the dead; That stopp'l by me to breathc his bloodied horse: Noi he, which suys the dead is not alive. lle askid ihe way to Chester; and of him
Yet ihe first bringer of unwelcome news
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead. And, bending forward, struck his armed heels Mor. I am sorry, I should force you to believe Against the pantint sides of his poor jade Thai, which I would lo heaven I had not seen: up to the rowel-head; and, starting so,
But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, Jle sicin'd in running to devour the way,
Rend'ring fint quittance, wcaried and outbreath'd, Staying no longer question.
To Harry Monmouth: whose swiftwrath beatdown North.
Ila!--Again. The never-daunted Percy to the earth, S:id he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold ? From whence with life he never more sprung up. O Hotspur, coldspur? thai rebellion
In few, his death (whose spirit lent a tire Hlad mei ill luck?
Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,) Bard.
My lord, I'll tell you what;- Being bruited' once, took fire and heal away If my young lord your son has not the day, From the best temper'd courage in his troops : Upon mine honour, for a silken point?
For from his metal was his party steel'd; I'll give my brony: never talk of it.
Which once in him abated, all the rest North. Why should the gentleman, that rode by Turn’d on themselves, like dull and heavy lead. Trovers,
And as the thing that's heavy in itself, Give then such instances of loss?
Cron enforcement, lies with greatest speed; Bard.
Who, he ? So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss, lic was somс hilding) sellow, that had stol'n Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear, The horse he rode on; an, upon my life, That arrows sled not swister toward their aim, Speke at a venture. Look, here comes more news. Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety,
Fly from the field: Then was that noble Worcester Enter Morton.
Too soon ta'en prisoner: and that furious Scot, North. Yea, this mon's brow, like to a title-lear, The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword Foretells the nature of a tragic volume:
Had three times slain the appearance of the king, So looks the strond, wherсon the impcrious food "Gan vail® his stomach, and did grace the shame Hath lest a witness'd usurpation. 4
Of those that turn'd their backs; and, in his flight, Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury? Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all
Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, iny noble lord; Is,-that the king hath won ; and hath sent out
Under the conduct of young Lancaster,
Having been well, that would have made me sick, to dull, su dead in look, so wo-beyone,
Being sick, have in some measure made me well:
And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, (1) Exhausted. (2) Lace tagged. (3) Hilderling, base, cowardly.
(5) Return of blows. (6) In few words. 14) An attestation of its ravage.
(8) Let fall.