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P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother


Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back:
For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,
I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.

[A retreat is sounded.
The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours.
Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field,
To see what friends are living, who are dead.

[Ereunt Prince Henry and Prince John. Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do.

[Exit, bearing off the body.


Another Part of the Field.

The trumpets sound. Enter King Henry, Prince

Henry, Prince John, WestMORELAND, and Others, with WORCESTER, and Vernon, pri


K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.-
Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace,
Pardon, and terms of love to all of you?
And would'st thou turn our offers contrary?
Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?

Three knights upon our party slain to-day,
A noble earl, and many a creature else,
Had been alive this hour,
If, like a christian, thou hadst truly borne
Betwixt our armies true intelligence.

Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to;
And I embrace this fortune patiently,
Since not to be avoided it falls on me.
K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon

too: Other offenders we will pause upon.

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

P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when he


The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him,
The noble Percy slain, and all his men
Upon the foot of fear,-fled with the rest;
And falling from a hill, he was so bruis'd,
That the pursuers took him. At my tent
The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace,
I may dispose of him.
K. Hen.

With all my heart.
P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you
This honourable bounty shall belong:
Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
Up to his pleasure, ransomless, and free:
His valour, shown upon our crests to-day,
Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds,
Even in the bosom of our adversaries.

K. Hen. Then this remains that we divide our

power. You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest

speed, To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop, Who, as we hear, are busily in arms: Myself, -and you, son Harry,-will towards Wales, To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March. Rebellion in this land shall lose his

sway, Meeting the check of such another day: And since this business so fair is done, Let us not leave till all our own be won. [Ereunt.





Find we a time for frighted peace to pant,

And breathe short-winded accents-] That is, Let us soften peace to rest a while without disturbance, that she may recover breath to propose new

JOHNSON. 2 No more the thirsty Erinnys of this soil

Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood.] Mr. M. Mason supplied this reading, and Mr. Steevens adopted it in his last edition : not, however, without confessing that he looked upon it as very farfetch'd; in which, I believe, all his friends will agree with him. On a former occasion he suggested that we should read entrants, with, in my opinion, a far greater appearance of plausibility. Entrance is the word in all the old copies. It is true this mode of expression is very licentious, but is it any thing strange to find licentiousness of expression in Shak. speare? The passage, as it always has stood, may easily be construed into the simple meaning of “ no longer shall the land smear her mouth with the blood

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