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Warkworth. Before Northumberland's Castle.

Enter Rumour, painted full of Tongues."

will stop

Rum. Open your ears ; for which of you The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks ? I, from the orient to the drooping west, Making the wind my posthorse, 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 ment 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, swol'n with some other grief, 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 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 Rumour 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 To speak so true at first ? my office is To noise abroad,—that Harry Monmouth fell Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword; And that the king before the Douglas' rage Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death. This have I rumour'd through the peasant towns 5 Between that $ royal field of Shrewsbury And this worm-eaten hole of ragged stone, Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, Lies crafty-sick: 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 smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs.



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it) First folio, griefs.

(+) First folio, them.
(9) First folio, the.

a Painted full of Tongues.] This description is omitted in the folio.

b Through the peasant touns-] Mr. Collier's MS. annotator reads pleasant towns,

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BARD. 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 walk'd forth into the

Please it your honour, knock but at the gate,
And he himself will answer.

Here comes the earl.

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.

Noble earl,
I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.

Norti. Good, an God * will !

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 slain outright; and both the Blunts
Killd by the hand of Douglas: young prine

John, And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field; And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk sir John,

Enter NORTHUMBERLAND. North. What news, lord Bardolph ? every

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thus ;

Is prisoner to your son: O, such a day,

North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a titleSo fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won,

Foretells the nature of a tragic volume: [leaf, Came not, till now, to dignify the times,

So looks the strand, whereon* the imperious flood Since Cæsar's fortunes !

Hath left a witness’d usurpation.North.

How is this deriv'd ? Saw you the field ? came you from Shrewsbury ?

Enter Morton. BARD. I spake with one, my lord, that came from thence;

Say, Morton, did'st thou come from Shrewsbury ? A gentleman well bred, and of good name,

Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord ; That freely render'd me these news for true. Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask, North. Here comes my servant Travers, whom To fright our party: I sent

North. How doth my son, and brother? On Tuesday last to listen after news.

Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. And he is furnish'd with no certainties,

Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
More than he haply may retail from me.

So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,

And would have told him, half his Troy was


But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue, North. Now, Travers, what good tidings comes with * you ?

[back And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it. Tra. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turn'd me

This thou would'st say,—Your son did thus, and With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd, Out-rode me. After him, came, spurring hard, t

Your brother, thus ; so fought the noble Douglas; A gentleman almost forespent with speed,

Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds, That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse:

But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed, He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him

Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury.

Ending with brother, son, and all are dead.

Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet; He told me, that rebellion had bad | luck,

But, for
And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold :


your son,

North. With that he gave his able horse the head,

Why, he is dead. And, bending forward, struck his armed heels See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath ! Against the panting sides of his poor jade

He, that but fears the thing he would not know, Up to the rowel-head; and, starting so,

Hath, by instinct, knowledge from others' eyes, He seem'd in running to devour the way,

That what he fear’d is chanced. Yet speak, Staying no longer question.

Morton ;
Ha ! Again.

Tell thou thy earl, his divination lies;
Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold?

And I will take it as a sweet disgrace, Of Hotspur, coldspur ? that rebellion

And make thee rich for doing me such wrong. Had met ill luck ?

Mon. You are too great to be by me gainsaid: BARD. My lord, I'll tell

Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain. what ;

you If my young lord

North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's your son have not the day,

dead. Upon mine honour, for a silken point I'll give my barony: never talk of it.

I see a strange confession in thine eye: North. Why should that|| gentleman, that

Thou shak'st thy head, and hold’st it fear, or sin, rode by Travers,

To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so: Give, then, such instances of loss ?

The tongue offends not, that reports his death ; Bard.

Who, he ? And he doth sin, that doth belie the dead, He was some hilding a fellow, that had stol'n Not he, which says the dead is not alive. The horse he rode on ; and, upon my life,

Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Spoke at a venture. I Look, here comes more

Hath but a losing office ; and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,


(*) First folio, when.

(*) First folio, from.

(t) First folio, head. (1) First folio, ill.

($) First folio, able. (1) first folio, the.

(9) First folio, adventure. # Some hilding fellow,-) Some degenerate fellow. The epithet hilding was applied indiscriminately to either sex. Thus Capulet says of his daughter, “ Romeo and Juliet,” Act III. Sc. 5:

"Out on her, hilding." b Like to a title-leaf, -- ] Elegiac poems in former times were usually printed with a black border round the title-page, and sometimes with that leaf totally black.


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Remember'd knolling * a departing friend. Are thrice themselves: hence therefore, thou nire BARD. I cannot think, my lord, your son is

crutch; dead.

A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel, Mor. I am sorry, I should force you to believe Must glove this hand : and hence, thou sickly coif; That, which I would to God † I had not seen : Thou art a guard too wanton for the head, But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit. Rend'ring faint quittance, * wearied and out-breath'd Now bind my brows with iron ; and approach To Harry † Monmouth; whose swift wrath beat The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring. down

To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland! The never-daunted Percy to the earth,

Let heaven kiss earth! Now let not nature's hand From whence with life he never more sprung up. Keep the wild food confin'd! let order die ! In few, his death, (whose spirit lent a fire

And let this * world no longer be a stage, Even to the dullest peasant in his camp.)

To feed contention in a lingering act, Being bruited once, took fire and heat away But let one spirit of the first-born Cain From the best temper'd courage in his troops : Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set For from his metal was his party steeld;

On bloody courses, the rude scene may end, Which once in him abated, all the rest

And darkness be the burier of the dead ! Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead. Tra. This strained passion doth you wrunk, And as the thing that's heavy in itself, Upon enforcement, flies with greatest speed,

Bare. Sweet carl, divorce not wisdom from So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,

your honour. Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear, Mor. The lives of all your loving complices That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim, Lean on your health ; the which, if you give o'er Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, To stormy passion, must perforce decay.. Fly from the field. Then was that noble Worcester You cast the event of war, my noble lord, Too soon ta'en prisoner; and that furious Scot, And summid the account of chance, before you The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword

said, Had three times slain the appearance of the king, Let us make head. It was your presurmise, 'Gan vail his stomach, and did grace the shame That, in the dolei of blows, your son might drop: Of those that turn’d their backs; and, in his flight, You knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all More likely to fall in, than to get o'er; Is,—that the king hath won ; and hath sent out You were advis’d, his flesh was capable! A speedy power, to encounter you, my lord, Of wounds, and scars ; and that his forward spirit Under the conduct of young Lancaster,

Would lift him where most trade of danger rang d; And Westmoreland : this is the news at full. Yet did you say,-Go forth ; and none of this, North. For this I shall have time enough to Though strongly apprehended, could restrain mourn.

The stiff-borne action. What hath then befallen, In poison there is physic; and these $ news, Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth, Having been well, that would have made me sick ; More than that being which was like to be? Being sick, have in some measure made me well: Bard. We all that are engaged to this loss, And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, knew that we ventur’d on such dangerous seas, Like strengthless hinges, buckled under life, That, if we wrought out life, 't was † ten to one ; Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire

And yet we ventur’d, for the gain propos d Out of his keeper's arms ; even so my limbs, Chok'd the respect of likely peril feard ; Weaken’d with grief, being now enrag'd with And, since we are o‘erset, venture again.

Come, we will all put forth ; body and goods.

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a Rend'ring faint quittance,-) Quittance here means requital, as in .

Henry V.” Act II. Sc. 2:
"And shall forget the office of our hand,

Sooner than quittance of desert and merit."
b In few,-) That is, in short, in a few words. So in “The
Tempest," Act I. Sc. 2:

In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;" and in "Measure for Measure," Act III. Sc. 1:

In few, bestowed her on her own lamentation." See note (d) p. 237.

C 'Gan vail his stomach,-) Lower his pride or courage. See note (a), 9. 273.

(*) First folio, the.

(t) First folio, uras.
d Buckle under-) Bend under.
Thou nice cruteh ;] Nice I ans here effeminate.
f The rafged'st hour-) The roughest hour.

& Tra. This strained passion doth you wrong, my lord.) This line is omitted in the folio.

b Must perforce decay.) The remainder of Morton's speech. after this line, is omitted in the quarto.

i The dole of hlou's, -] The dealing, the distribution of blow.
k You were advis'd,-) You were aware.
1 Capable-] That is, susceptible, sensible.

Alongst the galupin or silver paved way of heaven, conducted into the great hall of the gods, Mercury sprinkled me with water, which made me capable of their divine presence."- GREENL's Orpharioa, $10, 1599, p. 7. See note (6), p. 297.

m Where most trade-) Most traffic. See note (C), p. 473.


Mor. 'Tis more than time: and, my most noble that wit is in other men. I do here walk before lord,

thee, like a sow, that hath overwhelmed all her I hear for certain, and do* speak the truth,

litter but one. If the prince put thee into my The gentle archbishop of York is up,

service for any other reason than to set me off, With well-appointed powers ; he is a man, why then I have no judgment. Thou whoreson Who with a double surety binds his followers. mandrake, thou art fitter to be worn in my cap, My lord your son had only but the corps,

than to wait at my heels. I was never manned But shadows, and the shows of men, to fight : with an agate till now : but I will in-set * you neither For that same word, rebellion, did divide

in gold nor silver, but in vile apparel, and send The action of their bodies from their souls ; you back again to your master, for a jewel ; the And they did fight with queasiness, constrain’d, juvenal, the prince your master, whose chin is not As men drink potions ; that their weapons only yet fledged. I will sooner have a beard grow in Seem'd on our side, but, for their spirits and souls, the palm of my hand, than he shall get one on This word, rebellion, it had froze them up, his cheek ; and yet he will not stick to say, his As fish are in a pond : but now the bishop

face is a face-royal : God † may finish it when he Turns insurrection to religion :

will, it is not a hair amiss yet: he may keep it Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts, still as I a face-royal, for a barber shall never He's follow'd both with body and with mind ; earn sixpence out of it; and yet he will be And doth enlarge his rising with the blood

crowing, as if he had writ man ever since his Of fair king Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret stones ;

father was a bachelor. He may keep his own Derives from heaven his quarrel, and his cause ; grace, but he is almost out of mine, I can assure Tells them, he doth bestride a bleeding land, him. -What said master Dombledon about the Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke;

satin for my short cloak, and my $ slops ? And more and less," do flock to follow him.

Page. He said, sir, you should procure him North. I knew of this before ; but, to speak better assurance than Bardolph: he would not truth,

take his bond and yours; he liked not the security. This present grief had wip'd it from my mind. Fal. Let him be damned like the glutton! Go in with me ; and counsel every man

pray God || his tongue be botter ! A whoreson The aptest way for safety, and revenge:

Achitophel ! a rascally yea-forsooth knave! to Get posts, and letters, and make friends with speed; bear a gentleman in hand, and then stand upon Never so few, and t never yet more need. security !-The whoreson smooth-pates do now

[Exeunt. wear nothing but high shoes, and bunches of keys

at their girdles ; and if a man is thorough with

them in honest taking up, then they must stand SCENE II.-London. A Street.

upon — security. I had as lief they would put

ratsbane in my mouth, as offer to stop it withEnter Sir John FalstAFF, with his Page bearing security. I looked he should have sent me two his sword and buckler.

and twenty yards of satin, as I am a true knight,

and he sends me--security. Well, he may sleep in Fal. Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor security ; for he hath the horn of abundance, and to my water ?

the lightness of his wife shines through it; and PAGE. He said, sir, the water itself was a good yet cannot be see, though he have his own lantern healthy water: but, for the party that owed it, to light him.- Where's Bardolph? he might have more diseases than he knew for. Page. He's gone into Smithfield to buy your

Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at worship a horse. me. The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me man, is not able to invent any thing that tends to a horse in Smithfield: an 1 I could get me but ** laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on wife in the stews, I were manned, horsed, and me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause wived.

(*) Quarto, dare. (+) First folio, nor. a And do speak the truth, —] Here, again, the quarto omits what follows of Morton's speech.

b More and less,-) That is, great and small. So in “ Henry IV." Part I. Act IV. Sc. 3:

" The more and less came in with cap and knee." c I was never manned with an agate-] An agate stone was frequently cut to represent the human form, and was occasionally worn in the hat by gallants.

d To bear a gentleman in hand,-) To bear in hand, was to buoy up. See note (C), p. 258.

(*) First folio, set.

(+) First folio, Heaven. (1) Old text, at.

($) First folio omits, my. (1) First folio, may: (1) First folio, if.

(**) First folio omits, but. e If a man is thorough with them in honest taking up,-) Falstaff appears to mean if a man is resolute with them to have honest goods dealt to him.

f I were manned, hossed, and wived.) Alluding to a proverb often quoted by the old writers : " Who goes to Westminster for a wife, to St. Paul's for a man, and to Smithfield for a horse, may meet with a queane, a knave, and a jade."

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