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Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He P. Hen. The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when that rewards me, Heaven reward him! If I do

he saw grow great, I'll grow less: for I'll purge, and | The fortune of the day quite turned from him, leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman The noble Percy slain, and all his men should do. [Exit, bearing off the body. Upon the foot of fear, fled with the rest :

And, falling from a hill, he was so bruised
That the pursuers took him. At my tent

The Douglas is: and I beseech your grace
Scene V.- Another part of the Field. I may dispose of him.

K. Hen. With all my heart. The trumpets sound. Enter King Henry, Prince

P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to Henry, Prince John, WesTMORLAND, and others, with Worcester and Vernon, prisoners.

This honourable bounty shall belong :
K.Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke. Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace, Up to his pleasure, ransomless and free.
Pardon, and terms of love, to all of you?

His valour shewn upon our crests to-day
And wouldst thou turn our offers contrary: Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds,
Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?

Even in the bosom of our adversaries. Three knights, upon our party slain to-day,

K. Hen. Then this remains,—that we divide A noble earl, and many a creature else,

our power. Had been alive this hour,

You, son John, and my cousin Westmorland, If, like a christian, thou hadst truly borne Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest Betwixt our armies true intelligence.

speed, Wor. What I have done my safety urged me to: To meet Northumberland and the prelate Scroop, And I embrace this fortune patiently,

Who, as we hear, are busily in arms: Since not to be avoided it falls on me.

Myself, and you son Harry, will towards Wales, K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and To fight with Glendower and the Earl of March. Vernon too:

Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, Other offenders we will pause upon.

Meeting the check of such another day : [Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded. And since this business so fair is done, How goes the field ?

Let us not leave till all our own be won. [Exeunt.

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KING HENRY THE FOURTH.

(PART II.)

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

KING HENRY THE FOURTH.

TRAVERS and MORTON, Domestics of Northumberland. HENRY, Prince of Wales, afterwards King Henry V., 1

FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, PISTUL, and Page. THOMAS, Duke of Clarence,

POINS and PETO, Attendants on PRINCE HENRY PRINCE JOHN of Iancaster, afterwards created (2nd

SHALLOW and SILENCE, Country Justices.

this Sons. Henry V.) Duke of Bedford,

DAVY, Servant to SRALLOW. PRINCE HUMPHREY of Gloster, afterwards created

MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, and BULLCALF, (2nd Henry V.) Duke of Gloster,

Recruits. EARL OF WARWICK,

FANG and SNARE, Sheriff's Officers. EARL OF WESTMORLAND, of the King's Party.

Rumour. GOWER,

A Porter.
HARCOURT,

A Dancer, Speaker of the Epilogue.
LORD CHIEF JUSTICE of the King's Bench.
A Gentleman attending on the Chief Justice.

LADY NORTHUMBERLAND.
EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND,

LADY PERCY. SCROOP, Archbishop of York,

HOSTESS QUICKLY.
LORD MOWBRAY,

DOLL TEARSHEET.
Enemies to the King.
LORD HASTINGS,
LORD BARDOLPH,

Lords and other Attendants, Officers, Soldiers, Messenger, SIR JOHN COLEVILE.

Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, &c. (SCENE.-ENGLAND.

INDUCTION.
Warkworth. Before NORTAUMBERLAND's Castle. Can play upon it. But what need I thus

My well-known body to anatomize
Enter Rumour, painted full of tongues.

Among my household? Why is Rumoar here ? Rum. Open your ears : for which of you will I run before King Harry's victory : stop

Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury, The vent of hearing when loud Rumour speaks? Hath beaten down young Hotspur and his troops, I, from the orient to the drooping west,

Quenching the flame of bold rebellion Making the wind my posthorse, still unfold Even with the rebels' blood. But what mean I The acts commencéd on this ball of earth. To speak so true at first? My office is Upon my tongues continual slanders ride : To noise abroad that Harry Monmouth fell The which in every language I pronounce, Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword; Stuffing the ears of men with false reports. And that the King, before the Douglas' rage, I speak of peace, while covert enmity,

Stooped his anointed head as low as death. Under the smile of safety, wounds the world : This have I rumoured through the peasant towns, And who but Rumour, who but only I,

Between that royal field of Shrewsbury Make fearful musters, and prepared defence, | And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone, Whilst the big year, swollen with some other grief, Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, Lies crafty-sick. The posts come tiring on, And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe

And not a man of them brings other news Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures; Than they have learned of me: from Rumour's And of so easy and so plain a stop,

tongues That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, They bring smooth comforts false, worse than The still discordant, wavering multitude,

true wrongs.

[Exit.

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Scene I.The same. The Porter before the Gate. Enter Lord Bar

DOLPH. Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho?-Where

is the earl ? Port. What shall I say you are?

Bard. Tell thou the earl That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here. Port. His lordship is walked forth into the

orchard : Please it your honour, knock but at the gate, And he himself will answer.

Should be the father of some stratagem.
The times are wild: contention, like a horse
Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,
And bears down all before him.

Bard. Noble earl,
I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.

North. Good, an heaven will !

Bard. As good as heart can wish:The King is almost wounded to the death; And, in the fortune of my lord your son, Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts Killed by the hand of Douglas, YoungPrince John, And Westmorland and Stafford, fled the field: And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk Sir John, Is prisoner to your son. O, such a day, So fought, so followed, and so fairly won, Came not till now to dignify the times, Since Cæsar's fortunes!

Enter NORTHUMBERLAND. Bard. Here comes the earl. North. What news, Lord Bardolph ? Every

minute now

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