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Wor. What I have done, my fafety urge'd me to; And I embrace this fortune patiently, Since not to be avoided it falls on me.

K. Henry. Bear Worcester to death, and Vernon too. Other offenders we will pause upon.

[Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. How goes the field ?

P. Henry. The gallant Scot, Lord Douglas, when he The fortune of the day quite turned from him, [faw The noble Percy slain, and all his men Upon the foot of fear, fled with the rest ; And, falling from a hill, he was fo bruis'd, That the pursuers took him. At my tent The Douglas is, and, I beseech your Grace, I may difpofe of him.

K. Henry. With all my heart,

P. Henry. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you This honourable bounty shall belong. Go to the Douglas, and deliver him Up to his pleasure, ranfomless and free. His valour, shewn upon our crefts to day, Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds, Ev’n in the bosom of our adversaries.

Lan. I thank your Grace for this high courtesy, Which I shall give away immediately. K. Henry. Then this remains; that we divide our

power. You fon John, and my cousin Westmorland, Tow'rds York shall bend you, with your dearest speed, To meet Northumberland and Prelate Scroop, Who, as we hear, are busily in arms; Myself, and you fon, Harry, will tow'rds Wales, To fight with Glendower and the Earl of Marche. Rebellion in this land fhall lose his fway, Meeting the check of such another day ; And since this business fo far fair is done, Let us not leave, till all our own be won. [Exeunt.

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I N D U C TI O N.
Enter Rumour, painted full of tongues.
Pen 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 commen
enced on this ball of earth.

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Upon my tongues continual flanders 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, swoll'n with some other griefs,
“ Is thought with child by the stern tyrant War,
"And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe
Blown by furmises, jealousies, conjectures;
And of so easy and fo 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 houshold? Why is Rumour here?
I run before King Harry's victory;
Who in a bloody field by Shrewibury
Hath beaten down young Hot-fpur and his troops;
Quenching the flame of bold rebellion
Ev'n with the rebels' 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 Hot-spur'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-towns,
Between that royal field of Shrewsbury,
And this worm-eaten hold of ragg'd stone;
Where Hot-fpur's father, old Northumberland,
Lies crafty fick. The posts come tiring on ;
And not a man of them brings other news
Than they have learn’d of me. From Rumour'stongues,
They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true
wrongs.

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SCENE I. Northumberland's castle. Enter Lord Bardolph ; the Porter at the door. Bard. HO keeps the gate here, hoa ? where is

the Eari ? Vol. IV. X

Port.

WHO

Port. What shall I say you are?

Bard. Tell thou the Earl,
That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here.

Port. His Lordship is walk'd forth into the orchard;
Please it your Honour, knock but at the gate,
And he himself will answer.

Enter Northumberland.. Bard. Here's the Earl. North. What news, Lord Bardolph?, “ Ev'ry mi

nute now
“ Should be the father of some stratagem *.
“ The times are wild: contention, like a horse
“ Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,
“ And bears down all before him.

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

North. Good, if heav'n 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 flain outright; and both the Blunts Killid by the hand of Douglas: young Prince John, And Westmorland and Stafford, Aled the field. And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk 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 times, 6. Since Cæfar's fortunes!

North. How is this deriv'd? Saw you the field came you from Shrewsbury? Bard. I fpake with one, my Lord, that came from

thence, A gentleman well bred, and of good name ; That freely render'd me these news for true.

North. Here comes my servant Travers, whom I On Tuesday last to listen after news.

[sent Bard, My Lord, I over-rode him on the way. And he is furnish'd with no certainties, More than he, haply, may retale from me. * Stratagem, for vigorous aflion.

SCENE

S CE NE II.

Enter Travers.

North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come with

you?

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Tra. My Lord, Sir John Umfrevil turn'd me back
With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd
Out-rode me. After him came spurring hard
* A gentleman, almoft fore-fpent with speed,
That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse.
“ He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him ·
56 I did demand what news from Shrewsbury.
• He told me, that rebellion had ill luck;
“ And that young Harry Percy's fpur was cold.
“ With that he gave his able horse the head,
" And, bending forward, struck his agile heels

Against the panting fides of his poor jade,
" Up to the rowel-head; and, starting fo,
“ He seem'd in running to devour the way,
Staying no longer question.

North. Ha! again :
Said he, young Harry Percy's fpur was cold?
Rebellion had ill luck?

Bard. My Lord, I'll tell you,
If my young Lord, your fon, have not the day,
Upor mine honour, for a filken point
I'll give my barony, Ne'er talk of it.

North. Why should the gentleman that rode by Tra-
Give then fuch instances of lofs ?

[vers,
Bard. Who he ?
He was fome hilding fellow *, that had ftoi'n
The horse he rode on; and, upon my life,
Spake at adventure. Look, here comes more news.

SC EN E III. Enter Morton..
North. “ Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf,
* Foretels the nature of a tragic volume :
“ So looks the strond, whereon th' imperious flood
“ Hath left a witnefs'd ufurpation.
Say, Morton, did'It thou come from Shrewsbury ?

Mort. I ran from Shrewsbury, my Noble Lord, Where hateful death put on his ugliett malk * For binile lint, i. e. base, degenerate.

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