Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field,
To see what friends are living, who are dead.

[Exeunt Prince Henry and Prince John. Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do.

[Exit, bearing off the Body.

SCENE V. Another Part of the Field.

The Trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY, PRINCE
HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, WESTMORELAND, and
others; with WORCESTER and VERNON, Prisoners.
K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.—
Ill-spirited Worcester!-did we not send grace,
Pardon, and terms of love to all of you?
And wouldst thou turn our offers contrary?
Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?
Three knights upon our party slain to-day,
A noble earl, and many a creature else,
Had been alive this hour,

If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne
Betwixt our armies true intelligence.

Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to;
And I embrace this fortune patiently,

Since not to be avoided it falls on me.

K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon too: Other offenders we will pause upon.

[Exeunt Worcester und Vernon, guarded.

How goes the field?

P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when he saw
The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him,
The noble Percy slain, and all his men

Upon the foot of fear,-fled with the rest;
And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis'd,
That the pursuers took him. At my tent
The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace,
I may dispose of him.

K. Hen.

With all my heart.

P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you
This honourable bounty shall belong :
Go to the Douglas, and deliver him

Up to his pleasure, ransomless, and free:
His valour, shown upon our crests to-day,
Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds,
Even in the bosom of our adversaries.

K. Hen. Then this remains, that we divide our
power.-

You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland,

Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest speed,
To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop,
Who, as we hear, are busily in arms:

Myself, and you, son Harry,-will towards Wales,
To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March.
Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,
Meeting the check of such another day:
And since this business so far is done,
Let us not leave till all our own be won.

[Exeunt.

C. Whittingham, Printer, Chiswick.

DRAMATIS PERSONE.

King Henry IV.

Henry, Prince of Wales, afterwards

King Henry

长

Thomas, Duke of Clarence,

Prince John of Lancaster, afterwards (2 Henry V.) Duke of Bedford, Prince Humphrey of Gloster, afterwards (2 Henry V.) Duke of Gloster, Earl of Warwick,

Earl of Westmoreland,

Gower, Harcourt,

Lord Chief Justice of the King's Bench.

his Sons,

of the King's

A Gentleman attending on the Chief Justice.

Earl of Northumberland,

Scroop, Archbishop of York,

Lord Mowbray, Lord Hastings,

Lord Bardolph, Sir John Coleville,

Party.

Enemies to the

King.

Travers and Morton, Domestics of Northumberland.

Falstaff, Bardolph, Pistol, and Page.

Poins and Peto, Attendants on Prince Henry.

Shallow and Silence, Country Justices.

Davy, Servant to Shallow.

Mouldy, Shadow, Wart, Feeble, and Bullcalf, Recruits. Fang and Snare, Sheriff's Officers.

Rumour. A Porter.

A Dancer. Speaker of the Epilogue.

Lady Northumberland. Lady Percy.
Hostess Quickly. Doll Tear-sheet.

Lords and other Attendants; Officers, Soldiers, Messenger, Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, &c.

SCENE, England.

INDUCTION.

WARKWORTH. Before NORTHUMBERLAND's Castle. Enter RUMOUR, painted full of Tongues.

you

will stop

Rum. OPEN your ears; for which of
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 which in every language I pronounce,
Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
I speak of peace, while covert enmity,
Under the smile of safety, wounds the world:
And who but Rumour, who but only I,

Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence;
Whilst the big year, swol'n with some other grief,
Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,
And no such matter! Rumour 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 Rumour 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