King HENRY the Fourth.

HENRY, Prince of Wales, afterwards
King HENRY V.

THOMAS, Duke of Clarence,

Prince JOHN of Lancaster, afterwards his Sons.
(2 HENRY V.) Duke of Bedford,
Prince HUMPHREY of Gloster, afterwards
(2 HENRY V.) Duke of Gloster,

Earl of WARWICK,

Earl of WESTMORELAND, of the King's Party.
GOWER, HARCOURT,

Lord Chief Justice of the King's Bench.

A Gentleman attending on the Chief Justice.

Earl of NORTHUMBERLAND,

SCROOP, Archbishop of York,

Lord MOWBRAY, Lord HASTINGS,

Lord BARDOLPH, Sir JOHN COLEVILE,

Enemies to the

King.

TRAVERS and MORTON, Domestics of NORTHUMBER

LAND.

FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, and PAGE.

POINS and PETO, Attendants on Prince HENRY.

SHALLOW and SILENCE, Country Justices.

DAVY, Servant to SHALLOW.

MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, and BULLCALF,

Recruits.

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, Soldiers, Messenger, Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, &c.

INDUCTION.

Warkworth. Before NORTHUMBERLAND's Castle.

Enter RUMOUR, painted full of Tongues.

Rum. Open your ears; For which of you will stop
The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour 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 Rumour, who but only I,
Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence;
Whilst the big year, swol❜n with some other grief,
Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,
And no such matter? Rumour 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

Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland,
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 tongues
They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true

wrongs.

[Exit.