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Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?

P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancasta, to Three knights upon our party slain to day,

A noble earl, and many a creature else, This honourable bounty shall belong :
Had been alive this hour,

Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne Up to his pleasure, ransomless, and free:
Betwixt our armies true intelligence.

His valour shown upon our crests to-day, Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to; Hath taught us how to cherish sach high deeds, And I embrace this fortune paliently,

Even in the bosom of our adversaries. Since not to be avoided it falls on me.

K. Hen. Then this remains,-that we dinge K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Ver

our power.non too:

You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, Other offenders we will pause upon.

Towards York shall bend you, with your deares [Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. speed, How goes the field ?

To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroon P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when Who, as we hear, are busily in arms: he saw

Myself,--and you, son Harry,-willtowards Wales, The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March The noble Percy slain, and all his men

Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, Upon the foot of fear,-fled 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 pursuers took him. At my tent Let us not leave till all our own be won. The Douglas is ; and I beseech your grace,

(Esant I may dispose of him. K. Hen,

With all my heart.

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PERSONS REPRESENTED. King Henry the Fourth.

Travers and Morton, domestics of Northumberland. Henry, prince of Wales, afterwards

Falstaff, Bardolph, Pistol, and Page. King Henry V.;

Poins and Peto, attendants on Prince Henry. Thomas, duke of Clarence ;

Shallow and Silence, country Justices. Prince John of Lancaster, afterwards his sons. Davy, servant to Shallow. (2 Henry V.) duke of Bedford;

Mouldy, Shadow, Wart, Feeble, and Bullcall, rePrince Humphrey of Glosier, afterwards

cruits. (2 Henry V.) duke of Gloster ;

Fang and Snare, sheriff's officers. Earl of Warwick;

Rumour. A Porter.
Earl of Westmoreland; of the king's party.

A Dancer, speaker of the Epilogue.
Gower; Harcourt;
Lord Chief Justice of the King's


Lady Northumberland. Lady Percy. A Gentleman attending on the Chief Justice.

Hostess Quickly. Doll Tear-sheet. Earl of Northumberland;

Lords and other attendants ; officers, soldiers, mesScroop, archbishop of York ;

enemies to

senger, drawers, beadles, grooms, &c. Lord Mowbray; Lord Hastings;

the king Lord Bardolph ; Sir John Coleville;

Scene, England.


|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 castle.

Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on, Enter Rumour, painted full of tongues.

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

tongues stop

They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour 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:

Upon my tongues continual slanders ride ;
The whích in every language I pronounce,

SCENE 1.--The same. The Porter before the Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.

gate; Enter Lord Bardolph. I speak of peace, while covert enmity, Under the smile of safety, wounds the world :

Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho ?-Where is And who but Rumour, who but only I,

the earl ? Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence;

Port. What shall I say you are ? Whilst the big year, swoll'n with some other grief,


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

Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the orBlown by surmises, jealousies, conjcctures ;

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.
The still-discordant wavering multitudo,

Enter Northumberland.
Can play upon it. But what need I thus
My well-known body to anatomize


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:? Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his troops, The times are wild; contention, like a horse Quenching the flame of bold rebellion

Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, Even with the rebel's blood. But what mean I And bears down all before him. To speak so true at first? my office is


Noble earl, To noise abroad, -that Harry Monmouth fell I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword; North. Good, an heaven will! And that the king before the Douglas' rage


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.

(2) Important or dreadful event.


And, in the fortune of my lord your son,

Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts And would have told him, half his Troy was burn'd: Kill’d by the hand of Douglas : young prince John, But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue, And Westmoreland, and Stafford, Aed lhe tield; And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it. And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk sir John, This thou wouldst say, -Your son did thus, and Is prisoner to your son : 0, such a day,

thus ; So fought, so tollow'd, and so fairly won, Your brother, thus; so fought the noble Douglas; Came not, till now, to dignify the times, Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds; Since Cæsar's fortunes !

But in the end, lo stop mine ear indeed, North.

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 news for true. See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath! North. Here comes my servant, Travers, whom He, that but fears the thing he would not know, I sent

Haih, by instinct, knowledge from others' eyes, On Tuesday last to listen after news.

That what he fear'd is chanced. Yet speak, Morton; Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; Tell thou thy earl, his divination lies; And he is furnish'd with no certainties,

And I will take it'as a sweet disgrace, More than he haply may 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 Norih. 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 shak'st 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, say so: Out-rode me. After him, came, spurring hard, The tongue offends not, that reports his death: A gentleman almost forspent' with speed, And he doth sin, that doth belie the dead; That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse: Not he, which says the dead is not alive. He ask'd ihe way to Chester; and of him

Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury. Hath but a losing office; and his tongue He told me, that rebellion had bad luck,

Sounds ever after as a sulien bell, And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold: Remember'd knolling a departed friend. With that, he gave his able horse the head, 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 panting sides of bis poor jade That, which I would to heaven I had not seen: Up to the rowel-head; and, starting so,

But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, He seem'd in running to devour the way, Rend'ring faint quittance,swearied and outbreath'd, Staying no longer question.

To Harry Monmouth: whose swift wrath beat down Norih.

Ha!--Again. The never-daunted Percy to the earth, Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold ? From whence with life he never more sprung up. Of Hotspur, coldspur ? thai rebellion

In few, his death (whose spirit lent a fire Had mei ill'luck ?

Even to the dullest peasant in his eamp,) Bard.

My lord, I'll tell you what;- Being bruited once, took fire and heat 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 steeld; I'll give my barony: 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. Travers,

And as the thing that's heavy in itsell, Give then such instances of loss ?

Upon enforcement, flies with greatest speed; Bard.

Who, he ? So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss, He was some hildingö fellow, that had stol'n Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear, The horse he rode on; and, upon my life, That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim, Spoke 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 man's brow, like to a title-leaf, 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, whereon the imperious flood "Gan vail his stomach, and did grace the shame Hath left a witness'd usurpation.

or 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, my noble lord; Is--that the king hath won; and hath sent out
Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask, A speedy power to encounter you, my lord,
To fright our party:

Under the conduct of young Lancaster,
North. How doth my son, and brother? And Westmoreland : this is the news in full.
Thou tremblest ; and the whiteness in thy cheek North. For this I shall have time enough to mouT.
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. In poison there is physic; and these news,
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,

Having been well, that would have made me sick, So dull, so dead in look, so wo-begone,

Being sick, have in some measure made me well:

And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, (1) Exhausted. (2) Lace tagged. 13) Hilderling, base, cowardly.

(5) Return of blows. (6) In few words. (4) An attestation of its ravagón

(7) Reported.

(8) Let fall.

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