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A noble earl, and many a creature else,

P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you Had been alive this hour,

This honourable bounty shall belong : If, like a christian, thou hadst truly borne

Go to the Douglas, and deliver him Betwixt our armies true intelligence.

Up to his pleasure, ransomeless, and free: Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to ; His valour, shown upon our crests to-day, And I embrace this fortune patiently,

Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds, Since not to be avoided it falls on me.

Even in the bosom of our adversaries. K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon K. Hen. Then this remains, - that we divide our

power. Other offenders we will pause upon.

You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, (Ereunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded. Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest How goes the field ?

speed, P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when he To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop,

Who, as we hear, are busily in arms : The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, Myself, - and you, son Harry, — will towards The noble Percy slain, and all his men

Wales, Upon the foot of fear, — fled with the rest ;

To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March, And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis'd,

Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, That the pursuers took him. At my tent

Meeting the check of such another day : The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace,

And since this business so fair is done, I may dispose of him.

Let us not leave till all our own be won. (Ereunt. K. Hen.

With all my heart.

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SECOND PART OF

KING HENRY IV,

PERSONS REPRESENTED,

KisG HENRY THE FOURTH.

TRAVERs and MORTON, domesticks of NorthumberHorzy, Prince of Wales, afterwards

land. King Henry V.,

FALSTAFT, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, and Page. THOMAS, Duke of Clarence,

Porns and Pero, attendants on Prince Henry. Puisce Joux of Lancaster, afterwards

>his sons.

Shallow and SILENCE, country justices. (2 Henry V.) Duke of Bedford,

Davy, servant to Shallow. Puisce HOMPHREY of Gloster, afterwards

MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, and BULLCALY, (? Henry V.) Duke of Gloster,

recruits. EARL or WARWICK,

Fang and SNARE, sheriff's officers. Eall or WESTMORELAND,

Rumour. Gowns, of the King's party.

A Porter.
HARCOUBT,

A Dancer, speaker of the epilogue.
Load CHIEF JUSTICE of the King's Bench.
A gentleman attending on the Chief Justice. Lady NORTHUMBERLAND.
EARL or NORTHUMBERLAND,

Lady Percy,
SCROO?, Archbishop of York,

Hostess QUICKLY. LORD MOWERAT,

enemies to the DOLL TZAR-SHEET. Load HASTINGS,

King Load BARDOLPH,

Lords and other Attendants : Officers, Soldiers, Mes. Sir JOHN COLEVILLE

senger, Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, fc. SCENE, -ENGLAND.

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INDUCTION.

Wakworth. Before Northumberland's Castle. Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,
Enter Rumour, painted full of tongues.

And no such matter! Rumour is a pipe

Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures ; Run. Open your ears; For which of you will And of so easy and so plain a stop, stop

That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks ? The still-discordant wavering multitude,
I, from the orient to the drooping west,

Can play upon it. But what need I thus *
Making the wind my post-borse, still unfold My well-known body to anatomize
The acts commenced on this ball of earth :

Among my household ? Why is Rumour here?
Upon my tongues continual slanders ride; I run before king Harry's victory;
The which in every language I pronounce, Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury,
Staffing the ears of men with false reports. Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his troops,
I speak of peace, while covert enmity,

Quenching the flame of bold rebellion Under the smile of safety, wounds the world : Even with the rebels' blood. But what mean I And who but Rumour, who but only I,

To speak so true at first? my office is Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence ; To noise abroad, - that Harry Monmouth fell Whilst the big year, swol'n with some other grief, Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword;

And that the king before the Douglas' rage Lies crafty-sick : the posts come tiring on,
Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death.

And not a man of them brings other news
This have I rumour'd through the peasant towns Than they have learn'd of me; From Rumour's
Between that royal field of Shrewsbury

tongues And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone,

They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland,

wrongs.

Exit.

ACT I.

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SCENE I.-The same.

And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold : The Porter before the Gate ; Enter Lord BARDOLPH. And, bending forward, struck his armed heels

With that, he gave his able horse the head, Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho? - Where is Against the panting sides of his poor jade the earl ?

Up to the rowel-head; and starting so, Port. What shall I say you are ?

He seem'd in running to devour the way, Bard.

Tell thou the earl, Staying no longer question. That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here.

North,

Ha! — Again. Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the orchard; Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold? Please it your honour, knock but at the gate, Of Hotspur, coldspur ? that rebellion And he himself will answer.

Had met ill luck!

Bard.
Enter NORTHUMBERLAND.

My lord, I'll tell you what;

If my young lord your son have not the day, Bard.

Here comes the earl. Upon mine honour, for a silken point North. What news, lord Bardolph ? every minute l'îl give my barony: never talk of it

North. Why should the gentleman, chat rode by Should be the father of some stratagem :

Travers,
The times are wild; contention, like a horse Give then such instances of loss?
Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,

Bard.

Who, he? And bears down all before him.

He was some hilding fellow, that had stol'n Bard.

Noble earl, The horse he rode on; and, upon my life,
I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news,

North. Good, an heaven will!
Bard.
As good as heart can wish :-

Enter MORTON.
The king is almost wounded to the death;

North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, And, in the fortune of my lord your son,

Foretells the nature of a tragick volume : Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts So looks the strond, whereon the imperious food Kill'd by the hand of Douglas: young prince John, Hath left a witness'd usurpation, And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field; Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury? And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk sir John, Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord; Is prisoner to your son : 0, such a day,

Where hateful death put on his ugliest inask, So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won,

To fright our party, Came not, till now, to dignify the times,

North.

How doth my son, and brother? Since Cæsar's fortunes !

Thou tremblest ; and the whiteness in thy cheek North.

How is this deriv'd ? Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Saw you the field ? came you from Shrewsbury ? Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came from So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, thence,

Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, A gentleman well bred, and of good name, And would have told him, half his Troy was burn'd: That freely render'd me these news for true. But Priam found the fire, ere he bis tongue, North. Here comes my servant, Travers, whom I And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it. sent

This thou would'st say, — Your son did thus, and On Tuesday last to listen after news.

thus : Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; Your brother thus : so fought the noble Douglas : And he is furnish'd with no certainties,

Stopping my greedy ear with their hold deeds: More than he haply may retail from me.

But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed,

Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise,
Enter TRAVERS.

Ending with brother, son, and all are dead. North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet : with you?

But, for my lord your son, Tra. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back North. With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd, See, what a ready tongue suspicion hach! Out-rode me. After him, came, spurring hard, He, that but foars the thing he would not know, A gentleman almost forspent with speed,

Hath, by instinct, knowledge from others' eyes, That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse : That what he fear'd is chanced. Yet speak, Morich; He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him

Tell thou thy earl, his divination lies; I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury. And I will take it as a sweet disgrace, He told me, that rebellion had bad luck,

And make the rich for doing me such wrong

Why, he is dead

Mor. You are too great to be by me ga nsaid : Ina. This strained passion dóth you wrong, my Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain.

lord. North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead. Bard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from your I see a strange confession in thine eye :

honour. Thou shak'st thy head ; and hold'st it fear, or sin, Mor. The lives of all your loving complices To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so:

Lean on your health ; the which, if you give o'er The tongue offends not, that reports his death : To stormy passion, must perforce decay. And be doth sin, that doth belie the dead ;

You cast the event of war, my noble lord, Not be, which says the dead is not alive.

And summ'd the account of chance, before you Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news

said, Hath but a losing office ; and his tongue

Let us make head. It was your presurmise, Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,

That, in the dole of blows your son might drop : Remember'd knolling a departing friend.

You knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead. More likely to fall in, than to get o'er : Mer. I am sorry, I should force you to believe You were advis'd, his flesh was capable That, which I would to heaven I had not seen : Of wounds, and scars; and that his forward spirit But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, Would lift him where most trade of danger rang'd; Rend'ring faint quittance, wearied and out-breath'a, Yet did you say, - Go forth; and none of this, To Harry Monmouth; whose swift wrath beat down Though strongly apprehended, could restrain The never-daunted Percy to the earth,

The stiff-borne action: What hath then befallen, From whence with life he never more sprung up.

Or what hath this bold enterprize brought forth, In few, bis death (whose spirit lent a fire

More than that being which was like to be ? Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,)

Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss, Being bruited once, took fire and heat away Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous seas, From the best-temper'd courage in his troops : That, if we wrought our life, 'twas ten to one : Par from his metal was his party steel'd;

And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos'd Which once in him abated, all the rest

Chok'd the respect of likely peril fear'd ; Tara'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead. And, since we are o'erset, venture again. And as the thing that's heavy in itself,

Come, we will all put forth ; body, and goods. Upon enforcement, flies with greatest speed ;

Mor. 'Tis more than time : And, my most noble So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,

lord, Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear, I hear for certain, and do speak the truth, That arrows fled not swifter toward the. aim, The gentle archbishop of York is up, Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, With well-appointed powers ; he is a man, Fly from the field : Then was that noble Worcester Who with a double surety binds his followers. Too soon ta'en prisoner : and that furious Scot, My lord your son had only but the corps, The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword But shadows, and the shows of men, to fight : Had three times slain the appearance of the king,

For that same word, rebellion, did divide 'Can rail his stomach, and did grace the shame The action of their bodies from their souls ; Of those that turn'd their backs; and, in his flight, And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd, Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all As men drink potions ; that their weapons only. Is, that the king hath won; and hath sent out Seem'd on our side, but, for their spirits and souls, A speedy power to encounter you, my lord, This word, rebellion, it had froze them up, Under the conduct of young Lancaster,

As fish are in a pond : But now the bishop And Westmoreland : this is the news at full. Turns insurrection to religion :

Narth. For this I shall have time enough to mourn. Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts, ln poison there is physick ; and these news, He's follow'd both with body and with mind; Having been well, that would have made me sick, And doth enlarge his rising with the blood Being sick, have in some measure made me well: Of fair king Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret stones : And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, Derives from heaven his quarrel, and his cause; like strengthless hinges, buckle under life,

Tells them, he doth bestride a bleeding land, Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire

Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke; Out of his keeper's arms; even so my limbs, And more, and less, do flock to follow him. Weaken'd with grief, being now enrag'd with grief, North. I knew of this before ; but, to speak Are thrice themselves: hence therefore, thou nice crutch;

truth, A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel,

This present grief had wip'd it from my mind. Must glove this hand : and hence, thou sickly quoif; Go in with me; and counsel every man Thou art a guard too wanton for the head,

The aptest way for safety, and revenge :
Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit. Get posts, and letters, and make friends with speed ;
Now bind my brows with iron ; And approach Never so few, and never yet more need. (Exeunt.
The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring,
To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland !

SCENE II. - London. A Street.
Let heav'n kiss earth! Now let not nature's hand
Keep the wild flood confin'd! let order die !

Enter Sir John Falstaff, with his Page bearing And let this world no longer be a stage,

his sword and buckler. To feed contention in a lingering act ;

Fal. Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to But let one spirit of the first-born Cain Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set Page. He said, sir, the water itself was a good On bloody courses, the ride scene may end, healthy water : but, for the party that owed it, he And darkness be the burier of the dead!

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Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me: thing good.-Go, pluck him by the elbow; I must The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, speak with him. is not able to vent any thing that tends to laughter, Alten. Sir John, more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am Fal. What! a young knave, and beg! Is there not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is not wars ? is there not employment ? Doth not the in other men. I do here walk before thee, like king lack subjects ? do not the rebels need soldiers? a sow, that hath overwhelmed all her litter but one. Though it be a shame to be on any side but one, it If the prince put thee into my service for any other is worse shame to beg than to be on the worst side, reason than to set me off, why then I have no judg- were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell

Thou whoreson mandrake, thou art fitter how to make it. to be worn in my cap, than to wait at my heels. Atten. You mistake me, sir. I was never manned with an agate till now; but I Fal. Why, sir, did I say you were an honest will set you neither in gold nor silver, but in vile man? setting my knighthood and my soldiership apparel, and send you back again to your master, aside, I had lied in my throat if I had said so. for a jewel ; the juvenal, the prince your master, Atten. I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood whose chin is not yet fledged. I will sooner have and your soldiership aside ; and give me leave to tell a beard grow in the palm of my hand, than he shall you, you lie in your throat, if you say I am any get one on his cheek; and yet he will not stick to other than an honest man. say, bis face is a face-royal: God may finish it when Fal. I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside he will, it is not a hair amiss yet : he may keep it that which grows to me! If thou get'st any leave of still as a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn me, hang me; if thou takest leave, thou wert better sixpence out of it; and yet he will be crowing, as be hanged: You hunt-counter, bence! avaunt ! if he had writ man ever since his father was a Atten. Sir, my lord would speak with you. bachelor. He may keep his own grace, but he is Ch. Just. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you. almost out of mine, I can assure him. What Fal. My good lord ! - God give your lordship said master Dumbleton about the satin for my short good time of day. I am glad to see your lordship cloak, and slops ?

abroad : I heard say, your lordship was sick : I hope, Page. He said, sir, you should procure him your lordship goes abroad by advice. Your lordbetter assurance than Bardolph: he would not take ship, though not clean past your youth, hath yet his bond and yours; he liked not the security. some smack of age in you, some relish of the salt

Fal. Let him he damned like the glutton! may ness of time; and I most humbly beseech your lordhis tongue be hotter! - A whoreson Achitophel? ship, to have a reverend care of a rascally yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gentleman Ch. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before your in hand, and then stand upon security ! — The expedition to Shrewsbury. whoreson smooth-pates do now wear nothing but Fai. An't please your lordship, I hear, his mahigh shoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles ; jesty is returned with some discomfort from Wales

. and if a man is thorough with them in honest taking Ch. Just. I talk not of his majesty: – You would up, then they must stand upon – security. I had not come when I sent for you. as lief they would put ratsbane in my mouth, as Fal. And I hear moreover, his highness is fallen offer to stop it with security. I looked he should into this same whoreson apoplexy. have sent me two and twenty yards of satin, as I Ch. Just. Well, heaven mend him ! I pray, let am a true knight, and he sends me security. Well, me speak with you. he may sleep in security ; for he hath the horn of Fal. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of leabundance, and the lightness of his wife shines thargy, an't please your lordship; a kind of sleeping through it: and yet cannot he see, though he have in the blood, a whoreson tingling. his own lantern to light him. Where's Bar Ch. Just. What tell you me of it? be it as it is dolph?

Fal. It hath its original from much grief; from Page. He's gone into Smithfield, to buy your study, and perturbation of the brain : I have read worship a horse.

the cause of his effects in Galen ; it is a kind of Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a deafness. horse in Smithfield : an I could get me but a wife Ch. Just. I think, you are fallen into the disease ; in the stews, I were manned, horsed, and wived. for you hear not what I say to you. Enter the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE, and an Attendant.

Fal. Very well, my lord, very well : rather, an's

please you, it is the disease of not listening, the Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman that com- malady of not marking, that I am troubled withal, mitted the prince for striking him about Bardolph. Ch. Just. To punish you by the heels, would Fal. Wait close, I will not see him.

amend the attention of your ears; and I care not, if Ch. Just. What's he that goes there?

I do become your physician. Alten. Falstaff, an't please your lordship.

Fal. I am as poor as Job, my lord; but not so Ch. Just. He that was in question for the robbery ? patient : your lordship

may minister the potion of Atten. He, my lord : but he hath since done imprisonment to me, in respect of poverty; but good service at Shrewsbury; and, as I hear, is now how I should be your patient to follow your pregoing with some charge to the lord John of Lan- scriptions, the wise may make some dram of a caster.

scruple, or, indeed, a scruple itself. Ch. Just. What, to York ? Call him back again. Ch. Just. I sent for you, when there were matters Atten. Sir John Falstaff!

against you for your life, to come speak with me. Fal. Boy, tell him, I am deaf.

Fal. As I was then advised by my learned counsel Page. You must speak louder, my master is in the laws of this land-service, I did not come. deaf.

Ch. Jilbt. Well, the truth is, sir John, you live in Ch. Just. I am sure, he is, to the hearing of any great infamy,

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