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KING Ii ENRY THE For RTH :
Scroor, Archbishop of York; Enemies to the Lord Mow BRAY ; Lord HASTINGs ; Ring.
Lord BARDolph ; Sir Jon N Col.Evii.E :
I.A ov North UMBERLAND. LADY PERCY.
Lords, and other Attendants; Officers, Soldiers, Messenger, Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, &c.
sECOND PART OF
KING HENRY THE FOURTH.
I N D U C T I O N .
Enter RUMoR, painted full of tongues."
Rumor. OPEN your ears : for which of you will stop The vent of hearing, when loud Rumor speaks f 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 cars 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 P 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,
1 In a mask on St. Stephen's Night, 1614, by Thomas Campion, Rumor comes on in a s';in coat full of winged longues. 2 The stops are the holes in a flute or pipe.
Can play upon it. But what need I thus
ACT I. SCENE I. The same. The Porter before the Gate.
Enter LoRD BARDOLPH.
Bardolph. Who keeps the gate here, ho?—Where is the earl? - Port. What shall I say you are P Bard. Tell thou the earl, That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here. & Port. His lordship is walked forth into the orchard.
1 Northumberland's castle.
Please it your honor, knock but at the gate,
Enter North UMBERLAND.
Bard. Here comes the earl.
Bard. Noble earl,
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: young prince John, And Westmoreland, 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 Caesar’s fortunes |
North. How is this derived P Saw you the field F Came you from Shrewsbury P
Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came from
A gentleman well-bred, and of good name,
North. Here comes my servant, Travers, whom I
- Sent -
Bard. My lord, I overrode him on the way;
North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come with you ? -
Tra. My lord, sir John Umfrevie turned me back
Worth. Ha! Again.
Bard. My lord, I’ll tell you what;
North. Why should the gentleman, that rode by
Give then such instances of loss f
Bard. - Who, he P He was some hilding” fellow, that had stolen The horse he rode on ; and, upon my life, Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news,
- Enter MoRTON. North. Yea, this man’s brow, like to a title-leaf, Foretells the nature of a tragic volume :
1 Foxhausted. 2 A silken point is a tagged lace. 3 i. e. Hilderling, base, low fellow.