PROLOGUE. 1 Enter RUMOUR, painted full of Tongues. OPEN PEN your ears: for which of you will stop The Vent of Hearing, when loud Rumour speaks? I from the Orient to the drooping Weft, Making the wind my poft-horfe, ftill unfold The Acts commenced on this Ball of Earth. Upon my tongues continual flanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce; Stuffing the ears of men with falfe reports. "I fpeak of Peace, while covert enmity, "Under the smile of fafety, wounds the world: "And who but Rumour, who but only I, "Make fearful mufters and prepar'd defence, "Whilft the big year, fwoll'n with fome other griefs, "Is thought with child by the stern tyrant War, "And no fuch matter? Rumour is a pipe Blown by furmises, jealoufies, conjectures; And, of fo eafie and so plain a fstop, That the blunt monfter with uncounted heads, Can play upon it. But what need I thus My well-known body to anatomize Among my houfhold? Why is Rumour here? 1 painted full of Tongues.] This direction, which is only to be found in the first Edition in Quarto of 1600, explains a paffage in what follows, otherwife obfcure. Mr. Pope. Hath Hath beaten down young Hot-fpur and his troops; And this worm-eaten (a) Hold of ragged stone; wrongs. [(a) Hold. Mr. Theobald-Valg. Hole. ] [Exit. Dramatis Dramatis Perfona. KING Henry the Fourth. Prince Henry, afterwards crowned King Henry the Fifth. Prince John of Lancaster, The Archbishop of York, Mowbray, Haftings, Lord Bardolph, Travers, Morton, Sons to Henry the Fourth, and Brethren to Henry the Fifth. Oppofites against King Henry the The SECOND PART of HENRY IV. ACT I. SCENE I 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 fhall 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. North. What news, lord Bardolph ?" ev'ry minute now "Should "Should be the father of fome ftratagem. Bard. Noble Earl, I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. Bard. As good as heart can wish: The King is almost wounded to the death: Prince Harry flain outright; and both the Blunts 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; That freely render'd me thefe news for true. [fent North. Here comes my fervant Travers, whom I On Tuesday laft to liften after news. 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. SCENE II. Enter Travers. North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come with you? 1 father of fome fratagem.] Stratagem, for vigorous action. Tra. |