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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.
[Exeunt P. HENRY and P. 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 of the body.
SCENE V.-Another part of the Field. The Trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY, PRINCE
HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, WESTMORELAND, and others, with WORCESTER and VERNON prisoners.
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 wouldst 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 WoR. and VER., guarded. How goes the field?
P. Hen. The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when he saw
The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him,
The noble Percy slain, and all his men
Upon the foot of fear,-fied 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.
P. John. I thank your grace for this high courtesy,
Which I shall give away immediately.
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.
SECOND PART OF
KING HENRY THE FOURTH.
HENRY, Prince of Wales, afterwards HENRY V.,
THOMAS, Duke of Clarence,
PRINCE JOHN OF LANCASTER,
PRINCE HUMPHREY OF GLOSTER,
EARL OF WARWICK,
EARL OF WESTMORELAND,
EARL OF SURREY,
of the KING's party.
Lord Chief-Justice of the King's Bench.
A Gentleman attending on the Chief Justice.
EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND,
SCROOP, Archbishop of York,
- Enemies to the KING.
SIR JOHN COLEVILE,
TRAVERS and MORTON, Retainers of NORTHUMBERLAND.
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.
MISTRESS QUICKLY, Hostess of a Tavern in Eastcheap.
Lords and other Attendants; Officers, Soldiers, Messenger,
Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, &c.
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, swoln 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