THE SECOND PART OF KING HENRY THE FOURTH INDUCTION Warkworth. Before NORTHUMBERLAND's Castle. Enter RUMOUR, painted full of tongues. Open your ears; for which of you will stop That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, 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, Even with the rebels' blood. But what mean 1 To speak so true at first? my office is To noise abroad that Harry Monmouth feil Than they have learn'd of me: from Rumour's tongues wrongs. ACT I SCENE I.-Warkworth. Before Northumberland's Castle. Enter Lord BARDOLPH. L. Bard. Who keeps the gate here? ho! The Porter opens the gate. Port. What shall I say you are? L. Bard. Where is the earl? 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. L. Bard. Here comes the earl. North. What news, Lord Bardolph ? every minute now Should be the father of some stratagem. The times are wild; contention, like a horse L. Bard. Noble earl, I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. North. Good, an God will! L. Bard. function I organies As good as heart can wish. The king is almost wounded to the death; So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won, North. How is this deriv'd? Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury? L. 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. North. Here comes my servant Travers, whom I sent On Tuesday last to listen after news. L. Bard. 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. Enter TRAVERS. North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come with you? Tra. My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd, Out-rode me. After him came spurring hard A gentleman, almost forspent 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 ill luck, And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold. With 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. North. Ha! Again: Said he young Harry Percy's spur was cold? Had met ill luck? L. Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what : If my young lord your son have not the day, Upon mine honour, for a silken point I'll give my barony: never talk of it. North. Why should that gentleman that rode by Travers Give then such instances of loss? L. Bard. Who, he? He was some hilding fellow that had stolen The horse he 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, Foretells the nature of a tragic volume: So looks the strand whereon the imperious flood Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury? To fright our party. North. How doth my son and brother? Thou tremblest, and the whiteness in thy cheek And would have told him half his Troy was burn'd; And I my Percy's death ere thou report'st it. This thou wouldst say, 'Your son did thus and thus ; 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 others' eyes That what he fear'd is chanced. Yet speak, Morton : Tell thou thy earl his divination lies, And I will take it as a sweet disgrace And make thee rich for doing me such wrong. Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid; |