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Kino Henry The Fourth.
Henry, Prince of Wales; afterwards Kino Henry V.
A gentleman attending on the Chief Justice,
Shallow and Silence, Country Justice
Mouldy, Shadow, Bull-calf, Wart, and Feeble, Recruits.
A Dancer, Speaker of the Epilogue.
Of the King's party.
Opposites to the King.
Hostess Quickly, and Doll Tear-sheet.
Lords and Attendants, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, Drawers, Groom*, <kc. dc
Wark worth. Before Northumberland'* Castle.
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 posthorse, 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 t with false report*. 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 My well-known body to anatomize Among my household? Why is Rumour here? I run before king Harry's victory; Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury, Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his troops, Quenching the flame of bold rebellion Even 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 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 townsb Between that§ royal field of Shrewsbury And this worm-eaten hole of ragged stone, 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.
(•> First folio, tongue. (f) First folio, them.
( J . First folio, jiiifi. G) First folio, the.
» Painted full of Tongues.] This description is omitted in the folio.
h Through the peasant towttt—] Mr. Collier's MS annotator reads pleasant towns.
Enter Lord Bardolph.
Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho ?—Where
is the earl? Port. What shall I say you are? Bard. Tell thou the earl,
That the lord Banlolph doth attend him here. Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the orchard;
Please it your honour, knock but at the gate,
Baud. Here comes the earl.
North. What news, lord Bardolph'? every minute now
Should be the father of some stratagem:
Bard. Xoble earl,
I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.
North. Good, an God 6 will!
Bard. As good as heart can wish :—
The king is almost wounded to the death;
And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field;
(•) First folio, heaven.
Is prisoner to your son: O, such a day,
Nobth. How is this deriv'd?
Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury?
Bard. I spake 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.
Nobth. Here comes my servant Travers, whom I sent On Tuesday last to listen after news.
Babd. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; And he is furnish'd with no certainties, More than he haply may retail from me.
Nobth. Now, Travers, what good tidings comes with* you? [back
Tba. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turo'd me With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd, Out-rode me. After him, came, spurring hard,f A gentleman almost forespent with speed, That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse: He ask'd the way to Chester; and of 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: ^ ith that he gave his able horse the head, And, bending forward, struck his armed§ 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.
Sobth. Ha! Again.
Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold?
Babd. 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 should thaw gentleman, that rode by Travers, Give, then, such instances of loss?
babd- Who, he?
He was some hilding • fellow, that had stol'n The horse he rode on: and, upon my life, •'tyoke at a venture! Look, here comes more news.
(•) First folio, from.
H) First folio, head.
kUi^Tt hlldinK/*«°«'.—] Some degenerate fellow. The epithet n J *u.aPPlle<i indiscriminately to either sex. Thus Capulet "J* of his daughter, •• Romeo and Juliet," Act III, Sc 5 —
North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a titleForetells the nature of a tragic volume: [leaf,1" So looks the strand, whereon the imperious flood Hath left a witness'd usurpation.
Say, Morton, did'st thou come from Shrewsbury?
North. How doth my son, and brother?
Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek
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 sigh to blow away this praise, Ending with—brother, son, and all are dead. Mon. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet;
But, for my lord your son,
_ Nomh. Why, he is dead.
See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath!
Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid:
(*) First folio, when.
"Out on her, hilding." » Like to a title-leaf,-] Elegiac poems in former times <were usually printed with a black border round the title-page, and sometimes with that leaf totally black.
liemember'd knolling * a departing friend.
Baud. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead.
Mon. I am sorry, I should force you to believe That, which I would to God f I had not seen: But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, Rend'ring faint quittance," wearied and out-breath'd To Harry £ Monmouth; whose swift wrath beat down
The never-daunted Percy to the earth,
In poison there is physic; and these § news,
Are thrice themselves: hence therefore, thou nice' crutch;
A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel,
Tha. This strained passion doth you wrong, my lord.'
Babe. Sweet carl, divorce not wisdom from
your honour. Mon. The lives of all your loving complices Lean on your health; the which, if voir give o'er To stormy passion, must perforce decay.1" You cast the event of war, my noble lord, And summ'd the account of chance, before you said —
Let us make head. It was your presurmise.
Babd. We all that are engaged to this loss,
(*) First folio, Me. (f) First folio, was.
d Buckle under—] Bend under.
<" Thou nice crutch;] Nice means here effeminate.
f The ragged'Bt hour—] The roughest hour.
g Tba. This strained passion doth you wrong, my lord.] Tfl'; line is omitted in the folio.
h Must perforce decay.] The remainder of Morton's speed after this line, is omitted in the quarto.
I The dole of blows,—] The dealing, the distribution of blow'
k You were advis'd,—] You were aware.
1 Capable—] That is, susceptible, sensible. "Atonpst tbf galupin or silver paved way of heaven, conducted into the great hall of the gods, Mercury sprinkled me with water, which node me capable of their divine presence"-- Greene's Orphnrion, Ito, 1599, p. 7. See note (h), p. 297.
m H'here most trade—] Most traffic. See note (e), p. 473.