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Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust ?
P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to Three knights upon our party slain to day,
you A noble earl, and many a creature else,
This honourable bounty shall belong :
Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
His valour shown upon our crests to-day,
Even in the bosom of our adversaries. Since not to be avoided it falls on me.
K. Hen. Then this remains,—that we divide K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Ver
our power.non too:
You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, Other offenders we will pause upon.
Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest (Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. speed, How goes the field ?
To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop, P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when Who, as we hear, are busily in arms : he saw
Myself,--and you, son Harry,-will towards Wales, The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March. The noble Percy slain, and all his men
Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, Upon the foot of fear,-fled with the rest Meeting the check of such another day: And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis’d, And since this business so fair is done, Thai the pursuers took him. At my tent Let us not leave till all our own be won. The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace,
(Eseunt I may dispose of hime K. Han.
With all my heart.
SECOND PART OF
KING HENRY IV.
King Henry the Fourth.
Travers and Morton, domestics of Northumberland. Henry, prince of Wales, afterwards Falstaff, Bardolph, Pistol, and Page. King Henry V. ;
Poins and Peto, attendants on Prince Henry. Thomas, duke of Clarence ;
Shallow and Silence, country Justices. Prince John of Lancaster, afterwards his sons. Davy, servant to Shallow. (2 Henry V.) duke of Bedford;
Mouldy, Shadow, Wart, Feeble, and Bulleall, rePrince Humphrey of Gloster, afterwards
cruits. .(2 Henry v.) duke of Gloster;
Fang and Snare, sheriff's officers.
Rumour. A Porter.
Lady Northumberland. Lady Percy.
Hostess Quickly. Doll Tear-sheet. Earl of Northumberland;
Lords and other attendants ; officers, soldiers, mer Scroop, archbishop of York; enemies to Lord Mowbray; Lord Hastings;
senger, drawers, beadles, grooms, &c. Lord Bardolph ; Sir John Coleville;
|This have I rumour'd through the peasant towns
Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, Warkworth. Before Northumberland's castle.
Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring 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 The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks ?
(Erit. 1, from the orient to the drooping west, Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold The acts commenced on this ball of earth:
ACT I. Upon my tongues continual slanders ride; The whích in every language I pronounce, SCENE I. - The same. The Porter before the Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
gale; Enter Lord Bardolph. I speak of peace, while covert enmity, Under the smile of safety, wounds the world :
Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho ?—Where is And who but Rumour, who but only 1,
the earl? Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence;
Port. What shall I say you are ? Whilst the big year, swoll'n with some other grief,
Tell thou the early 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 plain a stop,
Please it your honour, knock but at the gate, That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
And he himself will answer.
Here comes the earl. Among my household ? Why is Rumour here? North. What news, lord Bardolph? every minute I run before king Harry's victory; 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; (1) 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, half his Troy was burn'd: Kild by the hand of Douglas: young prince John, But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue, And Westinoreland, and Stafford, nu ihe field; And I my Percy's death, ere thou repori'st it. And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk sir John, This thou wouldst say, -Your son did thus, and Is prisoner lo yvui sun1: 0, such a day,
thus; So toughi, so jullow'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 buld deeds; Suice Cæsar's fortunes !
But in the end, to stop mine car indeed, North.
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. Baru, I spake with one, my lurd, that came from Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet: thence;
But, for my lord your son,-A gentlenian well bred, and of good namne,
Why, he is dead. That freely render'd me these news for true. See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath! Horih. Here comes my servant, Travers, whom He, that but sears the thing he would not know, I sent
Haih, by instinct, knowledge from others' eyes, On Tuesday last to listen afer news,
That what he fear'd is chanced. Yet speak, Morton; Baril. 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 Norih. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead, with you?
I see a strange confession in thine eye:
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Sounds ever aser as a sullen bell,
Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead, And, bending forward, struck his armed heels Mor. I am sorry, I should force you to believe Against the panting sides of his poor jade That, which I would to heaven I had not seen: Up to the rowel-head; and, starling so,
But these mine eves saw hin in bloody state, We seem'd in runuing to devour the way, Rend'ring fainquittance,swearied and outbreath'd, Slaving no longer question.
To Harry Monmouth: whose swift wrath beatdown North.
Ha!--Again. 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. 0i Hotspur, coldspur? thai rebellion
In few, his death (whose spirit lent a fire Had met ill luck ?
Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,) Barid.
My lord, I'll tell you what;- Being bruited' once, 100k fire and heat away If my young lord your son has not the day, From the best temper'd courage in his troops : U on mine benour, for a silken point?
For from his metal was his party steel'd; I'll give my barony: never talk of it.
Which once in him abated, all the rest Nurlh. Why should the gentleman, that rode by Turn’d on themselves, like'dull and heavy lead. Travers,
And as the thing that's heavy in itsell, Give then such instances of loss?
pon enforcement, flies with greatest speed; Bard.
Who, he ? So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,, He was some hildings fellow, that had stol'n Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear, The horse he rode on; and, upon my life, That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim, Speke at a venture. Look, here comes more news, Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, Enter Morton.
Fly from the field : Then was that noble Worcester
Too soon ta'en prisoner: and that furious Scot, North. 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 looks the strond, whereon the imperious flood 'Gan vaile his stomach, and did grace the shame Hath left a witness'd usurpation.
or those that turn'd their backs and, in his flight, Bay, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury? Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all
Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord; is,—that the king hath won ; and hath sent out
Under the conduct of young Lancaster,
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 fever-weaken'd joints, (1) Exhausted. (2) Lace tagged (3) Hilderling, base, cowardly.
(5) Return of blows, 4) An attestation of its ravage.
(6) In few words, (8) Let fall.