HENRY IV..

Containing his DEATH:

AND THE

CORONATION

OF

King HENRT V.

Printed in the YEAR MDCCXIV.

Ing Henry the Fourth.

Prince Henry, afterwards Crowned King Henry the Fifth.

Prince John of Lancaster,

Humphrey of Gloucester,
Thomas of Clarence,
Northumberland,

The Arch-Bishop of York,

Mowbray,

Haftings,

Lord Bardolph,

Travers,

Morton,

Sons to Henry the Fourth, and
Brethren to Henry the Fifth.

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Oppofites against King Henry the Fourth.

Enter RUMOUR.

PEN your Ears: For which of you will ftop

The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour fpeaks?

I, from the Orient,to the drooping Weft,
Making the Wind my Poft-horfe, ftill
unfold

The Acts commenced on this Ball of Earth.
Upon my Tongue continual Slanders ride,
The which, in every Language, I pronounce,

Stuffing

Stuffing the Ears of them with false Reports:

1 fpeak of Peace, while covert Enmity,
Under the fmile of fafety, wounds the World:
And who but Rumour, who but only I
Make fearful Mufters, and prepar'd Defence;
Whilft the big Year, fwol'n with fome other Griefs,
Is thought with Child, by the ftern Tyrant War;
And no fuch matter. Rumour is a Pipe
Blown by Surmifes, Jealoufies, Conjectures;
And of fo eafie, and fo plain a ftop,

That the blunt Monfter, with uncounted Heads,
The ftill difcordant, wavering Multitude,
Can play upon it. But what need Ithus
My well known Body to Anatomize
Among my Houfhold? Why is Rumour here?
I run before King Harry's Victory,

Who in a bloody Field by Shrewsbury

Hath beaten down young Hot fpur, and his Troops,
Quenching the Flame of bold Rebellion,

Even with the Rebels Blood. But what mean I
To fpeak of Truth at firft? My Office is
To noife abroad, that Harry Monmouth fell
Under the Wrath of noble Hot-fpur's Sword:
And that the King, before the Dowglafs Rage,
Stoop'd his anointed Head, as low as Death.
This have I rumour'd through the Peafant Towns,
Between the Royal Field of Shrewsbury,
And this Worm-eaten hole of ragged Stone,
Where Hot-fpur's Father, old Northumberland,
Lyes crafty Sick. The Pofts come tyring on,
And not a Man of them brings other News

Than they have learn'd of me. From Rumour's Tongues,
They bring fmooth-comforts-falfe, worse than true Wrongs.

SCENE II.

Enter Lord Bardolf, and the Porter.

[Exit

Bard. Who keeps the Gate, hoa?

Where is the Earl?

Porter.