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Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back:
[A retreat is sounded.
[Exeunt P. HEN. and P. 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.
[Erit, bearing off the body.
SCENE V. Another Part of the Field. The Trumpets
Enter KING HENRY, PRINCE HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, WEST
MORELAND, and others, with WORCESTER and VERNON, prisoners.
K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.-
Wor. What I have done, my safety urged me to;
K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon too. Other offenders we will pause upon.
[Exeunt Wor. and VERNON, guarded. How goes the field?
P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when he saw The fortune of the day quite turned 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 bruised, That the pursuer 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
K. Hen. Then this remains that we divide our power.-
KING HENRY THE FOURTH :
King Henry V.;
(2 Henry V.) Duke of Bedford; PRINCE HUMPHREY of Gloster, after
wards (2 Henry V.) Duke of Gloster;
LADY NORTHUMBERLAND. LADY PERCY.
Lords, and other Attendants; Officers, Soldiers, Messenger,
Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, &c.
SECOND PART OF
KING HENRY THE FOURTH.
Warkworth. Before Northumberland's Castle.
Enter Rumor, painted full of tongues. Rumor. OPEN your ears; for which of you will stop The vent of hearing, when loud Rumor 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 Rumor, who but only I, Make fearful musters, and prepared defence; Whilst the big ear, swollen with some other grief, Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, And no such matter? Rumor 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 Rumor 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