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P Henry. [ puU the crornn on hit head.] Lo, here it Dot. I'll tell thee what, thou damned trlpe-visaged

6its,_ rascal: an the child I now go with do miscarry, thou

Which heaven shall guard: and put the world's hadst better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou

whole strength paper-faced villain.

Into one giant arm, it shall not force Act\. Scene IV.

This lineal honour from me.

Act IV. Scene IV.

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LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. S1IARSPEARE Is supposed to have written this play in 1598. Its action comprehend* a period of nine years, com menetng with Hotspur's death, 1403, and terminating with the corooatlon of Henry V. 1412-13. Many of th tragic scenes in this second portion of the history are lorcible and pathetic ) but the comedy is of a much looser and more iudeceut character, than any in the preceding part. Shallow is an odd though pleasing por trait of a brainless magistrate; and a character, it is to be feared, not peculiar to Glostcrsbire only. In thn exhibiting bis worship to the ridicule of ao audience, Shakspeare amply revenged himself on his old War wickshire prosecutor. On the character of Falslalf, as exhibited in the two plays, l>r. Johnson makes tb« following admirable remarks: " Fa 1 staff I unimitatcd, n intuit able Falstaff, how shall I describe thee t thou compound of sense and vice , of sense which may be admired, but not esteemed t of vice which may be despised, but hardly detested. Falstaff is a character loaded with faults, and with those faults which natural^/ produce contempt. He is a tbief and a glutton, a coward and a boaster ; always ready to cheat the weak, aua prey upon the poor ( to terrify the timorous, and insult the defenceless. At once obsequious and malignant, be satirizes in their absence those whom lie lives by flattering. He is familiar with the prince, only as au agent of vice; but of this familiarity he is so proud, as not only to be supercilious and haughty with common an en, but to think his interest of importance to the Duke of Lancaster. Yet the man thus corrupt, thus despicable, makes himself necessary to the prince that despises him, by the most pleasing of all qualities, perpetual gaity; by an uufailing power of exciting laughter, which is the more freely indulged, as his wit is not of the splendid or ambitious kind, but consists in easy scapes and sallies of levity, which make sport, bm raise no envy. It must be observed, that he is stained with no enormous or sanguinary crimes, so that his licentiousness is not so offensive but that it may be borne for bis mirth."


King Henry The Fourth.

Henry, Prince of Wales, after-> wards King Henry V.

Thomas, Duke of Clarence,

Prince Jobn of Lancaster, afterwards Duke of Bedford;

Prince Humphrey of Gloster, afterwards Duke of Gloster,'

Earl or Warwick, \

e*r£and WE8T*0RE* / of the King's Party.
Cower,Harcourt, J
Lord Chief Justice of the King's Bench.
A Gentleman attendingon the Chief Justice.
Earl or Northumberland, } •
Scroop, Archbishop of York, f Enemies
Lord Mowbray ; Lord Hastings,> to the
Lordbardolfh ; Sir John Colba King.


Tray Krs and Morton, Domestics of Northum-

Falstaff, Bardoi.pii, Pistol, and Pack.
Poihs and Peto, Attendants on Prince

Shallow and Silence, Country Justices.

Dayy, Servant to Shallow.

Mouldy, Shadow, Wart, Feeble, and

Bullcalf, Becruits.
Fang and Snare, Sheriff's Officers.
Rumour.—A Porter.
A Dancer, Speaker of the Epilogue

Lady Northumberland.—Lady Percy,
Hostess Quickly.—Doll Tear-sheet.

Lords and other Attendants, Officers, Sol-
diers, Messenger, Drawers, Beadles,
Grooms, 4c.

Scene, England.


Warkuorth.—Before Northumberland's

Enter Rumour, painted full of Tongues,
Rum. Open your ears; For which of you will

stop Under the smile of safety wounds the world:

Th< %riitof hearing, when loud Rumour speaks? And who but Rumour, who but onjy I,

I, from the orient to the drooping west.
Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold
The acts commenced on this bail 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,

Make feaiful musters and piepar'd defence; Whilst the big year, swoll'n with some other grief,

Is thought with child by the stem tyrant war.
And no such matter? Humour is a pipe
Blown by surmises, jealousies conjectured;
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 1 thus
My well known body to anatomize
Among my household? Why Is Rumour here T
I run before king Harry's victory;
Who, iu a bloody field by Shrewsbury,
Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his

Quenching the flame of bold rebellion
Even with the rebel's blood. But what mean I
To speak so true at first? my office is
To noise abroad,—that Harry Monmouth fell
Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword;
And that the king before the Douglas' rage
Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death.
This have I rumour'd through the peasant

Between that royal field of Shrewsbury
And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone,*
Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland,
hies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on.
And not a man of them briugs other news
Than they have learn'd of me; From Humour's

They brins smooth comforts false, worse than true wiong?. [Exit.

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SCENE l.— The same —The Pobtbk before the Gate; Enter Lord Bahdolfu.

Bard. Who keeps the gate here, hotWhere id the earl T

Port. What shall I say you are!

Bard. Tell thou the earl, That the lord Bardolph doth attend bira here.

Port. His lordship is walk'd forth iuto the orchard;

Please it your honour, knock but at the gate,
Aud he himself will answer.

Enter Northumberland.

Bard. Here comes the earl.

North. What news, lord Bardolph? every
minute now
Should be the father of some stratagem : t
The times are wild; contention, like a horse
Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,
Aud bears down all before him.

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

North. Good, an heaven will I

Bard. As good as heart can wish :— The king is almost wonnded to the death; And, in the fortune of nty lord yoor sou, Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts

KlU'd by the hand of Douglas: young prince

And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field;
And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the bulk Sir John,
Is prisoner to your son : O such a day.
So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won,
Came not, till now, to dignify the limes.
Since Caesar's fortunes!

North. How is tilts deriv'd 1
Saw you the Held ? came yon from Shrewsbury t

Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came
from thence;
A gentlemau well bred, and of eood name.
That freely render'd mc these news for true.

* Northumberland rattle*
t Important or dreadful event.

North. Here comes my servant. Travels' whom I sent On Tuesday last to listen after news.

Bard. My lord, I over-rode bim on the way , And he is furnish'd with no certaiuties. More than he haply may retain from me.

Enter Tkavlrs.

North. Now, Travels, what good tidings comr with you?

Tra. My lord, Sir John I'mfrcvile turn'd me back

With joyful tidings; and, l>eing better bors'd,
Out-rode me. After him, came spurring hard,
A geutlt-mau almost forspent with speed.
That btopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied


He ask'd the way to Chester; and «f him
I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury-
He told me, that rebellion had bad luck,
And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold;
With that, be gave bis able horse the bead,
And, bending forward, struck his aimed heels
Against the panting sides of his poor jade
Up to the rowel-head ; and, starting so,
He seem'd in running to devour the way.
Staying no longer question.

North. Ha !——Again.
Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold?
Of Hotspur, coldspur ? that rebellion
Had met ill-luck I

Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what
If my young lord your son have not the day,
I'pon mine honour, for a silken point *
I'll give my barony: never talk of it.

North. Why sbonld the gentleman, that rode by Travers, Give then such instances of loss f

Bard. Who, he T He was some hilding fellow, that had stol'n The horse be 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,

Fortella the nature of a tragic volume:
So looks the strond, wheron the imperious flood
Hath left a witness'd usurpation. t——
Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrews-

Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my uoble lord;
Where hateful death put ou bis ugliest mask.
To fright onr party.

North. How doth my son and brother! Thou t rem blest; and the whiteness iu thy cheek Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night. And woutd have told him, half his Troy was buru'd:

But Piiam found the fire, ere he bis tonsue, And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'ft it. This thou would'st say,—Your son did thus and thus.

Your brother, thus; so fought the noble Douglas;

Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds:
But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed.
Thou hast a sigb to blow away this praise,
Ending with—brother, son, and all arc dead.

Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet: But, for my lord your son,

North. Why, he is dead. See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath? He that but fears the thing he would not know,

Hath, by instinct, knowledge from other's eyes. That what he fcar'd is chanced. Yet speak, Morton;

Tell thou thy earl, bis divination lies;

* Lmcc t '|:f tit. t Ad ■tlcitfttiou cf itt rctf*.

And I will take it as a sweet disgrace,
Aud make thee rich fur doiug me such wrong.
Mar. You are too great to be by me gain-
said: ■
Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain.
North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's

I see a strange confession in tbtne eye:
Thou shak'st thy head, aud hold'st it fear or sin,
To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so:
The tongue offends not, tbat reports his death:
And he doth sin, that doth belie the dead;
Not be, which says the dead is not alive.
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing ofttce; and bis tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Keinember'd knolliug a departing friend.
Bard. I cannot tbink, ray lord, your son is

M«r. I am sorry I should force you to believe

That, which I would to heaven I had not seen: But these mine eyes saw bim in bloody state, Kend'riug faint quittance, * wearied and outbreath *d

To Harry Monmouth: whose swift wrath beat down

The never-daunted Percy to the earth,
From whence with life be never more sprung

In few, t his death (whose spirit lent a tiro
Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,)
Being bruited t once, took (Ire and beat away
From the best teutper'd couiage in his troops:
For from bis metal was his party steel'd ,
Which once in him abated, all :be rest
Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead.
And as the thing that's heavy in itself.
Upon enforcement, flies witb greatest speed;
So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,
Leud to this weight such lightness with their

That arrows fled not swifter toward tbeir aim.
Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety,
Fly from the field: Then was that uoblc Wor-

Too soon ta'en prisoner: and that furious Scot, The bloody Douglas, whose wcll-labouriug sword

Had three times slain the appearance of the king*

'Can vail $ his stomach, and did grace the shame

Of those tbat turn'd their backs; and, in his flight,

Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all
Is,—that the king hath won . and hath sent out
A speedy power to encounter you, my lord.
Under the conduct of young Lancaster,
And Westmoreland; this is the news at full.
North. For this I shall have time enough to

In poison there is physic ; and these news, Having been well, that would have made me sick.

Being sick, have In some measure made me well:
And as the wretch whose fever-weaken'd Joints,
Like strengtuless binges, buckle under life.
Impatient of bis fit, breaks like a fire
Out of his keeper's arms ; even so my limbs,
Weaken'd with grief, bciug now eurag'd witb

Are thrice themselves: hence therefore, tbou

nice || crutch; A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel, Must glove this band: aud heuce, tbou sickly


Tbou art a guard too wanton for the head, Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to bit.

Now bind my brows with iron ; and approach

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The ragged'st hour that time and spite date bring.

To frown upon the eurag'd Northumberland! Let heaven kiss earth 1 Now let not nature's band

Keep the wild flood confin'd 1 let order die I
And let this world no longer be a stage,
To feed contention in a liugering act;
But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
Keigti in all bosoms, that each heart being set
On bloody courses, the rude scene may eud,
Aud darkness be the burier of the dead I

Tra. This strained passion doth you wrong, my lord.

Hard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from

your honour. Mor. The lives of all your loving complices Lean on yonr health; the which. If you give o'er

To stormy passion, must perforce decay.
You cast the event of war, my noble lord.
And ftutiim'd the account of chance, before jou

Let us make bead. It was your presurmise, That in the dole* of blows your son might drop:

You knew he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge.
More likely to fall in, than to get o'er:
You were advU'd, his flesh was capable
Of wounds, and scars, and that bis forward

Would lift him where most trade of dauger rang'd;

Yet did you say,—Go forth ; and none of this,
Though 6lrongly apprehended, could restrain
The stiff (time action: What hath theu be-

Or what hath this bold enterprize brought forth,
More than that being which was like to be f

Hard. We all, tbat are engaged to this Iobp, Knew that we ventur'd ou such dangerous seas,

Tbat, if we wrought out life, 'twas ten to one:
And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos'd
Cbok'd tbe respect of likely peril fear'd;
Aud, since we are o'erset, veuture again.
Come, we will all put forth; body and goods.
Mor. 'Tis more than time: And, my most
noble lord,

I hear for certain, and do speak the truth,

The gentle archbishop of York Is up.
With well-appointed powers; he is a man,
Who with a double surety binds bis followers.
My lord your son had ouiy but the corps,
But shadows, and the shows of men, to light:
For that same word, rebellion, did divide
The action of their bodies from their souls;
And they did fight with queasiuewj, constraiu'd,
As men drink potions; tbat their weapons only
Seem'd on our side, but for their spirits and

This word, rebellion, it bad froze them op,
As fish are in a pond: But now the bishop
Turns insurrection to religion:
Suppos'd sincere aud holy in bis thoughts,
He's follow'd both with body and with mind;
And doth enlarge his rising with the blood
Of fair king Hichard, scrap'd from Pomfret

Derives from heaven his quarrel and his cause;
Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land.
Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke;
And more, t and les-s, dofiock to follow him.
North. I knew of this before; but to speak

This present grief hath wip'd It from my miud.
Go in witb me ; and counsel every mau
Tbe aptest way for safety and revenge:
Get posts, and letters, and make friends with

Never so few, and never yet more need

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