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? [faw 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, 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, Myfelf, and you fon, Harry, will tow'rds Wales, [Exeunt. The Containing his Death; and the Coronation of King HENRY V. DRAMATIS PERSONE. KING HENRY JV. || Lord Chief of the king's Prince Henry, afterwards crowned King Henry V. Fuffice, party. Falstaff. Prince John, of fons to Poins, Lancafter, Henry Bardolph. irregular bu Humphry of IV. and Piftol, mourifts. Gloucester, Thomas of Cla to Henry Page, Shallow and Silence,, count try juftices. Davy, Jervant to Shallow." Phang and Snare, two fer jeants. Mowbray, against Mouldy, Haftings, King Shadow, Lord Bardolph, country foldiers. Feeble, Morton, Bulcalf, J INDUCTION. Enter Rumour, painted full of tongues. 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, That the blunt monfter with uncounted heads, Among my houfhold? Why is Rumour here? Who in a bloody field by Shrewsbury Hath beaten down young Hot-fpur and his troops; But what mean I Than they have learn'd of me. From Rumour's tongues, [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? Port. What shall I fay you are? Bard. Tell thou the Earl, That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here. Enter Northumberland.. Bard. Here's the Earl. North. What news, Lord Bardolph? "Ev'ry mi nute now "Should be the father of fome stratagem *. Bard. Noble Earl, I bring your certain news from Shrewsbury. Bard. As good as heart can wish. The King is almoft wounded to the death: Prince Harry flain outright; and both the Blunts "So fought, fo follow'd, and fo fairly won, 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; North. Here comes my fervant Travers, whom ! On Tuesday last to listen after news. 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. [fent 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? Bard. My Lord, I'll tell you, If my young Lord, your fon, have not the day, 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 [vers, 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. |