KING Henry the Fourth. Prince Henry, afterwards crowned King Henry the Fifth. Prince John of Lancaster, Sons to Henry the Fourth, Humphrey of Gloucester, Thomas of Clarence, The Archbishop of York, Mowbray, Haftings, Lord Bardolph, Travers, Morton, and Brethren to Henry the Fifth. Oppofites against King Henry, the Fourth. Pistol, Peto, Page, Shallow and Silence, Country Juftices. Davy, Servant to Shallow. Phang and Snare, two Serjeants. Mouldy, (2) The SECOND PART of HENRY IV. ACT I. SCEN E, Northumberland's Caftle. Enter Lord Bardolph; the Porter at the door. W BARDOLPH. HO keeps the gate here, hoa? where is the Earl? 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; Please it your Honour, knock but at the gate, And he himself will answer. Enter Northumberland. Bard. Here's the Earl. (2) The 2d Part of Henry IV.] The Tranfa&tions compriz'd in this Hiftory take up about nine Years. The Action commences with the Account of Hatfpur's being defeated and kill'd; and clofes with the Death of K. Henry IV, and the Coronation of K. Henry V. North. North. What news, lord Bardolph? ev'ry minute now Should be the father of fome ftratagem. The times are wild: Contention, like a horfe Bard. Noble Earl, I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. Bard. As good as heart can wifh: So fought, fo follow'd, and fo fairly won, North. How is this deriv'd? Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury? A gentleman well bred, and of good name; Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way. And he is furnish'd with no certainties, More than he, haply, may retail from me. 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. After him came fpurring hard A gentleman, almoft fore-fpent with speed, That ftopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horfe : He ask'd the way to Chefler; and of him I I did demand what news from Shrewsbury. 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, North. Why fhould the gentleman, that rode by Give then fuch inftances of lofs? Bard. Who he? He was fome hilding fellow, that had ftoll'n Spake at adventure. Look, here comes more news. Enter Morton. North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, Say, Morton, did'st thou come from Shrewsbury? North. How doth my fon, and Brother? But But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue; And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it. your fon North. Why, he is dead. See, what a ready tongue fufpicion hath! He, that but fears the thing he would not know, And I will take it as a sweet Disgrace, Mort. You are too Great, to be by me gainsaid: Your fpirit is too true, your fears too certain. North. Yet for all this, fay not, that Percy's dead. I fee a ftrange confeffion in thine eye: Thou fhak' thy head, and hold'it it fear, or fin, Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your fon is dead. |