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P R O L O G U E.
Enter RUMOUR, 'painted full of Tongues.
for which of
The vent of Hearing, when loud Kumour 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 Nánders 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 Rumour, who but only I, “ Make fearful musters and prepar'd defence, “ Whilst the big year, swoll'n with some other griefs, “ Is thought with child by the stern tyrant War, “ And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures; And, of so easie and fo 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 houshold? Why is Rumour here? I run before King Harry's victory; Who in a bloody field by Shrewsbury
painted full of Tongues.] This direction, which is only to be found in the first Edition in Quarto of 1600, explains a passage in what follows, otherwise obscure.
Hath beaten down young Hot-Spur and his troops;
[(a) Hold. Mr. Theobald.-Vulg. Hole. ]
KING Henry the Fourth.
Sons to Henry the Fourth, and Humphrey of Gloucester,
Brethren to Henry the Fifth.
Opposites against King Henry the Lord Bardolph,
of the King's Party,
Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, &c.
Enter Lord Bardolph ; the Porter at the door.
BARDOL P H.
Port. What shall I say you are?
Bard. Tell thou the Earl, 66 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. North. What news, lord Bardolph ? “ ev'ry minute now.
• Should be the father of fome stratagem.
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 Nain outright ; and both the Blunts Kill'd by the hand of Dowglas : young Prince John, And Westmorland, and Stafford, fled 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 dignifie the times, “ Since Cæsar's fortunes !
North. How is this deriv'd? Saw you the field ? came you from Shrewsbury ? Bard. I spake 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. [sent
North. Here comes my servant Travers, whom I On Tuesday last to liften after news.
Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way.
S C E N E II.
Enter Travers. North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come with
1 father of some stratagem.) Stratagem, for vigorous action.