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KING HENRY THE FOURTH :
King Henry V.;
(2 Henry V.) Duke of Bedford ; PRINCE HUMPHREY of Gloster, after
wards (2 Henry V.) Duke of Gloster;
LADY NORTHUMBERLAND. LADY PERCY.
Lords, and other Attendants; Officers, Soldiers, Messenger,
Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, &c.
Warkworth. Before Northumberland's Castle.
Enter Rumor, painted full of tongues. Rumor. OPEN your ears; for which of you will stop The vent of hearing, when loud Rumor 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 Rumor, who but only I, Make fearful musters, and prepared defence; Whilst the big ear, swollen with some other grief, Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, And no such matter? Rumor 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 Rumor 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
From Rumor's tongues They dring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrong
The Porter before the Gate.
Enter LORD BARDOLPH. Bardolph. 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 Bardolph doth attend him here.
Port. His lordship is walked forth into the orchard. Please it your honor, knock but at the gate, And he himself will answer.
Enter NORTHUMBERLAND. 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 Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, And bears down all before him. Bard.
North. Good, an Heaven will!
As good as heart can wish. -
Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts
How is this derived ?
the field ? Came you from Shrewsbury?
North. Here comes my servant, Travers, whom I sent
Bard. My lord, I overrode him on the way;
Tra. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turned me back
After him, came, spurring hard,
My lord, I'll tell you what;
my young lord your son have not the day, Upon mine honor, for a silken point I'll give my barony; never talk of it.
North. Why should the gentleman, that rode by Travers, Give then such instances of loss?
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.
Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord;
How doth my son, and brother?
Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet;
Why, he is dead.
Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid; Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain.
North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead. I see a strange confession in thine eye; Thou shak'st thy head, and hold'st it fear or sin, To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so. The tongue offends not, that reports his death;