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Betwixt our armies true intelligence..
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.
Containing his Death ; and the Co
ronation of King HENRY V.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. KING HENRY JV.
Lord Chief of the king's Prince Henry, afterwards Justice, party.
crowned King Henry V. Falstaff. 7 Prince John, of 1 fons in Poins,
Lancaster, Henry Bardolph. irregular huHumphry of IV. and Pistol, mourills.
Gloucester, brethren Peto, Thomas of Cla
Ĉla- ! to Henry || Page,
j v. rence.
Shallow and Silence, countNorthumber?
try justices. land,
Davy, servant to Shallow. Archbishop of
Phang and Snare, two ferYork, Opposites jeunts. Mowbray,
Mouldy, Hastings, King Shadow, Lord Bardolph, Henry
country soldiers. Travers,
Lady Northumberland. Warwick,
Lady Percy, Westmorland,
Hojlefs Quickly. Surry,
K'ing's Doll Tear-flicet. Gower,
party. Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, Harcourt,
I N D U C TI O N.
I from the orient to the drooping west,
Upon my tongues continual flanders ride,
SCENE I. Northumberland's castle. Enter Lord Bardolph ; the Porter at the door. Bard. HO keeps the gate here, hoa ? where is
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Port. What shall I say you are?
Bard. Tell thou the Earl,
Port. His Lordship is walk'd forth into the orchard;
Enter Northumberland.. Bard. Here's the Earl. North. What news, Lord Bardolph?, “ Ev'ry mi
Bard. Noble Earl,
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.
S CE NE II.
North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come with
Tra. My Lord, Sir John Umfrevil turn'd me back
Against the panting fides of his poor jade,
North. Ha! again :
Bard. My Lord, I'll tell you,
North. Why should the gentleman that rode by Tra-
SC EN E III. Enter Morton..
Mort. I ran from Shrewsbury, my Noble Lord, Where hateful death put on his ugliett malk * For binile lint, i. e. base, degenerate.