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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?

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P. Henry. The gallant Scot, Lord Douglas, when he The fortune of the day quite turned from him, The noble Percy flain, and all his men Upon the foot of fear, fled with the reft; And, falling from a hill, he was fo bruis'd, That the purfuers took him. At my tent The Douglas is, and, I befeech your Grace, I may difpofe of him.

K. Henry. With all my heart.

P. Henry. Then, brother John of Lancafter, to you This honourable bounty fhall belong.

Go to the Douglas, and deliver him

Up to his pleasure, ranfomlefs and free.

His valour, fhewn upon our crefts to day,

Hath taught us how to cherish fuch high deeds,
Ev'n in the bosom of our adverfaries.

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 coufin Westmorland,

Tow'rds York fhall bend you, with your dearest speed,
To meet Northumberland and Prelate Scroop,
Who, as we hear, are bufily in arms;

Myfelf, and you fon, Harry, will tow'rds Wales,
To fight with Glendower and the Earl of Marche.
Rebellion in this land fhall lofe his fway,
Meeting the check of fuch another day;
And fince this bufinefs fo far fair is done,
Let us not leave, till all our own be won.

[Exeunt.

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Containing his Death; and the Coronation of King HENRY V.

DRAMATIS PERSONE.

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INDUCTION.

Enter Rumour, painted full of tongues.
PEN your ears: for which of you

will stop

The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour fpeaks? I from the orient to the drooping west, Making the wind my poft-horfe, ftill unfold The acts commenced on this ball of earth.

Upon my tongues continual flanders ride,
The which in every language I pronounce;
Stuffing the ears of men with falfe reports.
"I fpeak of peace, while covert enmity,
"Under the smile of fafety, wounds the world:
"And who but Rumour, who but only I,
"Make fearful mufters and prepar'd defence,
"Whilft the big year, fwoll'n with some other griefs,
"Is thought with child by the ftern tyrant War,
"And no fuch matter? Rumour is a pipe
Blown by furmifes, jealoufies, conjectures;
And of fo eafy and fo plain a stop,

That the blunt monfter with uncounted heads,
The ftill-difcordant wavering multitude,
Can play upon it. But what need I thus
My well-known body to anatomize

Among my houfhold? Why is Rumour here?
I run before King Harry's victory;

Who in a bloody field by Shrewsbury

Hath beaten down young Hot-fpur and his troops;
Quenching the flame of bold rebellion
Ev'n with the rebels' blood.

But what mean I
To fpeak fo true at first! my office is
To noise abroad, that Harry Monmouth fell
Under the wrath of noble Hot-fpur's fword;
And that the King before the Douglas' rage
Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death.
This have I rumour'd through the peafant-towns,
Between that royal field of Shrewsbury,
And this worm-eaten hold of ragg'd stone;
Where Hot-fpur's father, old Northumberland,
Lies crafty fick. 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 fmooth comforts false, worse than true

[Exit.

wrongs.

SCENE I.

Northumberland's caftle.

Enter Lord Bardolph; the Porter at the door.

Bard.

WHO keeps the gate here, hoa? where is

VOL. IV.

the Earl?

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Port. What shall I fay you are?

Bard. Tell thou the Earl,

That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here.
Port. His Lordship is walk'd forth into the orchard;
Pleafe it your Honour, knock but at the gate,
And he himself will anfwer.

Enter Northumberland..

Bard. Here's the Earl.

North. What news, Lord Bardolph? "Ev'ry mi

nute now

"Should be the father of fome stratagem *.
“The times are wild: contention, like a horse
"Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,
"And bears down all before him.

Bard. Noble Earl,

I bring your certain news from Shrewsbury.
North. Good, if heav'n will!

Bard. As good as heart can wish.

The King is almoft wounded to the death:
And in the fortune of my Lord your fon,

Prince Harry flain outright; and both the Blunts
Kill'd by the hand of Douglas: young Prince John,
And Westmorland and Stafford, fled the field.
And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk Sir John, ~
Is prifoner to your fon.
O fuch a day,

"So fought, fo follow'd, and fo fairly won,
"Came not till now, to dignify the times,
"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 fervant Travers, whom !

On Tuesday last to listen after news.

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Bard. My Lord, I over-rode him on the way.

And he is furnifh'd with no certainties,

More than he, haply, may retale from me.

*Stratagem, for vigorous a&tion.

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SCENE

SCENE II. Enter Travers.

North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come with you ?

Tra. My Lord, Sir John Umfrevil turn'd me back With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd Out-rode me. 66 "After him came fpurring hard A gentleman, almoft fore-fpent with speed, "That ftopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse. "He afk'd the way to Chefter; and of him. "I did demand what news from Shrewsbury. "He told me, that rebellion had ill luck; "And that young Harry Percy's fpur was cold. "With that he gave his able horse the head, "And, bending forward, ftruck his agile heels Against the panting fides of his poor jade, "Up to the rowel-head; and, starting fo, "He feem'd in running to devour the way, Staying no longer question.

North. Ha! again :

Said he, young Harry Percy's fpur was cold?
Rebellion had ill luck?

Bard. My Lord, I'll tell you,

If my young Lord, your fon, have not the day,
Upon mine honour, for a filken point

I'll give my barony, Ne'er talk of it.

North. Why fhould the gentleman that rode by TraGive then fuch inftances of lofs?

Bard. Who he?

He was fome hilding fellow*, that had ftol'n
The horse he rode on; and, upon my life,

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Spake at adventure. Look, here comes more news. SCENE III. Enter Morton..

North." Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, "Foretels the nature of a tragic volume: "So looks the ftrond, whereon th' imperious flood "Hath left a witnefs'd ufurpation.

Say, Morton, did't thou come from Shrewsbury? Mort. I ran from Shrewsbury, my Noble Lord, Where hateful death put on his ugliest mafk

*For binde long, i. e. bafe, derenerate.

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