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SECOND PART OF
KING HENRY IV.
PERSONS REPRESENTED. king Henry the Fourth.
|Travcrs and Morton, domestics of Northumberland. Henry, prince of Wales, afcrioards
Falstaff, Bardolph, Pistol, and Page. Kin Henry V.;
Poins and Peto, attendants on Prince Henry. Thomas, duke of Clarence;
Shallow and Silence, country Justices. Prince John of Lancaster, aferuards his sons. Davy, servant lo Shallov. e Henry V.) duke of Bedford;
Mouldy, Shadow, Wart, Feeble, and Bullcall, rePrinceflumphrey of Gloster, allerwarels
(2 Itenry V.) duke of Glosier ; ) Fang and Snare, sherif's officers. Earl of Warwick :
Rumour. A Porter.
Lady Northumberland. Lady Percy. . Gentleman altending on the Chicf Justice.
llosicss Quickly. Doll Tear-shcel. Earl of Northumberland;
Lords and other attendants ; officers, soldiers, mesSeroon, archbishop of York ; l enemies to Lord Mowbray; Lord Hastings;
senger, drawers, beadles, grooms, &-c.
the king. Lord Bardolphi ; Sir John Coleville; )
This have I rumour'd through the peasant towns
Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, Warkworth. Before Northumberland's castle.
Lies crally-sick: the posts come liring 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 stop The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks?
(Erit. 1, from the orient to the drooping west, Maling the wind my post-horse, still unfold The acls cuinmenced on this ball of earth:
ACT І. l'pon try tongues continual slinders ride; The which in every language I pronounce, !SCENE I.-The same. The Porter ocfore the Studiar the cars of men with fulse reports.
gate ; Enter Lord Bardolph. I speak of peace, while covert enmity, Cnder 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 leartulinusters, and prepar'd defence;
Pert. What shall I say you are? Whilst the big year, swoll'n with some other gries,
Tell thou the carl, 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 or. Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures ;
chard : And of so easy and so pluuin a stop,
Plerse it your honour, knock but at the gate, That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
And he himself will answer.
Here comes the carl. Anong iny houschuld? Why is Rumour here? North. What news, lord Bardolph? every minute I run before king Harry's victory;
now Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury,
Should be the father of some stratagem:
Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,
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 ; 11) 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, hall his Troy was burn'd: Kill'd by thứ hand of Douglas : young prince John, But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue, And Westmoreland, and Statlord, led the field; And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'at it. And Harry Monmouth's brain, the hulk sir John, This thou wouldst say, -Your son did thus, and Is prisoner to your soni: 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, to stop mine ear indeed, Vorth.
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,
Whs, he is dead. That freely render'd me these neu's for true. See, what a ready tongue suspicion haih! Nurih. Here comes my servant, Travers, whom He, that but fears the thing he would not know, I sent
Haih, by instinct, knowledge from others' cyes, On Tuesday last to listen after news.
That what he lear'd is chanced. Yet speak, Mortoa; 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 North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead. with you?
II see a strange confession in thinc 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'u, To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so: Out-rode ine. After him, came, spurring hard, The tongue ofiends not, that reports his death: A gentleman almost sorspent' 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 the way to Chester; and of him
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Sounds ever aner as a sullen bell,
Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead. And, bending forward, siruck his armed heels Mor. I am sorry, I should force you to believe Against the panting sides of his poor jude
That, which I would to heaven I had not seen: Tp to the rowel-head; and, starting so,
But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, lle seem'd in running to devour the way,
Rend'ring saint quittance,swearied and outbreath'd, Slaving no longer question.
To Harry Monmouth: whose swift wrath beat down North.
The never-daunted Percy to the earth, Sid he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold? (From whence with life he never more sprung up. OC Hotspur, coldspur ? thai rebellion
In few, his death (whose spirit lent a fire
Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,) Bari.
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: Uron mine honour, for a silken point?
For from his metal was his party steeld; I'li give my barony: never talk of it.
Which once in him abated, all the rest Nurik, Why should the gentleman, that rode by Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead. Trayers,
And as the thing that's heavy in itsell, Give then such instances of loss ?
Upon enforcement, flies with greatest speed; Dard.
Who, he ? So did our men, heavy in Holspur's loss, He was some hilding, fellow, that had stol'n Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear, The horsche rode on; and, upon my life,
That arrows ned not swister 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 noblc Worcester Enter Morton.
Too soon ta'en prisoner: and that furious Scot, Vorth. Yca, this man'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 loolis the strond, whereon the impcrious flood 'Gan vail® his stomach, and did grace the shame Hath lel a witness'd usurpation.^_
for those that turn'd their backs; and, in his flight, Sav, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury? Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all
Mor. I run from Shrewsbury, my noble lord; 13,-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, eforth. How doth my son, and brother? And Westmoreland: This is the news in full. Thou tremblest ; and the whiteness in thy check North. For this I shall have time enough to mourn. 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 sever-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,
Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life Derives from heaven his quarrel, and his cause; Impaticnt of his fit, breaks like a fire
Tells them, he doth bestride a bleeding land, Out of his keeper's arms; cven so my limbs, Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke; Weaken'd with grict, being now cnrag'd with grick, And more, and less, do nock to follow him. Are thrice themselves; hence therefore, thou nice North. I knew of this before; but, to speak truting crutch;
This present gries had wip'd it from my mind. A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel, Goin with me; and counsel every man Must glove this hand: and hence, thou sickly quoif;? The aptest way for safety, and revenge: Thou art a guard too wanton for the head, Get posts, and letters, and make friends with speed; Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit. Never so few, and never yet more necd. (Exeunt. Now bind my brows with iron; and approach
SCENE II.-London. A street. Enter Sir John The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring,
18, To frown upon the enragd Northumberland!
Falstaff, with his Puge bearing his sword and Let hcaven kiss carth! Now let not nature's hand
al buckler. Keep the wild flood confin'd! let order dic! Fal. Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to And let this world no longer be a stage,
my water? To feed contention in a lingering act;
Page. He said, sir, the water itself was a good But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
healthy water: but, for the party that owed it, he Rcign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set might have more diseases than he knew for, On bloody courses, the rude scene may end,
Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird® at me; And darkness be the burier of the dead!
The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is Tra. This strain
ained nassion doth von wrong. my not able to vent any thing that tends to laughter. lord.
more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not Bard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from your only willy in myself, but the cause that wit is in honour.
other men. I do here walk before thee, like a sow, Mor. The lives of all your loving complices that hath o'erwhelmed all her litter but one. If the Lean on your health ; the which, if you give o'er prince put thee into my service for any other rea To stormy passion, must perforce decay.
than to set me off, why then I have no judgment. You cast the event of war, my noble lord,
Thou whoreson mandrake,' thou art fitter to be And summ'd the account of chance, before you worn in my cap, than to wait at my heels. I was said,
never manned with an agatelo till now: but I will Let us make head. It was your presurmise, set you neither in gold nor silver, but in vile appaThat in the doled or blows your son might drop: rel, and send you back again to your master, for a You knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, ljewel; the juvenal, the prince your master, whose More likely to fall in, than to get o'er:
chin is not yet fledged. I will sooner have a beard You were advis'd, his flesh was capable
grow in the palm of my hand, than he shall get one Of wounds, and scars; and that his forward spirits on his cheek; and yet he will not stick to say, his Would lint him where most trade of danger rang'd ; lace is a face royal: God may finish it when he Yet did you say,-Go forth; and none of this, will, it is not a hair amiss yet : he may keep it still Though strongly apprehended, could restrain as a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn sixThe stiff-borne action: What hath then befallen, pence out of it; and yet he will be crowing, as it Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth, he had writ man ever since his father was a bacheMore than that being which was like to be ? lor. He may kcep his own grace, but he is almost
Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss, out of mine, I can assure him.--- What said Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous seas, Imaster Dumbleton about the satin, for my short That, if we wrought out life, 'twas ten to one: cloak, and slops ? And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos'd
Page. He said, sir, you should procure him betChok'd the respect of likely peril fear'd;
ter assurance than Bardolph: he would not take And, since we are o'crset, venture again.
his bond and yours; he liked not the security. Come, we will all put forth; body, and goods. 1 Fal. Let him be damned like a glutton! may Mor. 'Tis more than timc: And, my inost nolle bis tongue be hotter!-A whoreson Achitophel! á lord,
Irascally yca-torsooth knave! to bear a gentleman I hear for certain, and do speak the truth,-- in hand, and then stand upon security!--The whoreThe gentle archbishop of York is up,
son smooth-pates do now wcar nothing but high With well-appointed powers ;' he is a man, shoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles; and if Who with a double siirety binds his followers. a man is thorough with them in honest taking up, My lord your son had only but the corps,
then they must stand upon--security. I had as But shadows, and the shows of men, to light: lief they would put ratsbane in my mouth, as offer For that same word, rebellion, did divide
to stop it with security. I looked he should have The action of their bodies from their souls ; sent me two and twenty yards of satin, as I am a And they did fight with qucasiness, constrain'd, true knight, and he sends me security. Well, he As men drink potions; that their weapons only may sleep in security ; for he hath the horn of Secm'd on our side, but, for their spirits and souls, abundance, and the lightness of his wife shines This word, rebellion, it had froze them up, through it: and yet cannot be sce, thongh he As fish are in a pond : But now the bishop have his own lantern to light him.--Where's Turns insurrection to rcligion:
Bardolph? Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts, | Page. He's gone into Smithfield, to buy your He's follow'd both with body and with mind; worship a horse. And doth enlarge his rising with the blood
Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me & Or fair king Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret stones; horse in Smithfield : an I could get me but a wife
(1) Trifling. (2) Cap. (3) Distribution. (9) A root supposed to have the shape of a man, 14) Porces. (5) Against their stomachs, (10) A little figure cut in an agate, 16) Greater (7) Owned. (8) Gibe (11) In their debt