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HENRY IV..

Containing his DEATH:

AND THE

CORONATION

OF

King HENRY V.

Printed in the YEAR M DCC XIV.

Tag Henry the Fourth.

Prince Henry, afterwards Crowned King Henry the Fifth.

Prince John of Lancaster,

Humphrey of Gloucester,
Thomas of Clarence,
Northumberland,

The Arch-Bishop of York,

Mowbray,

Haftings,

Lord Bardolph,

Sons to Henry the Fourth, and
Brethren to Henry the Fifth.

Oppofites against King Henry the Fourth.

Travers,

Morton,

Colevile,

Warwick,

Weftmorland,

Surrey,

Gower,

Harecourt,

Lord Chief Justice,

Of the King's Party.

Falstaff,

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The Second Part of

HENRY IV.

Containing his DEATH:

AND

The CORONATION of

King HENRY V.

ACTI SCENE I.

INDUCTION.

Enter RUMOUR.

PEN your Ears: For which of you will ftop

The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks?

I, from the Orient,to the drooping Weft,
Making the Wind my Poft-horse, still
unfold

The Acts commenced on this Ball of Earth.
Upon my Tongue continual Slanders ride,
The which, in every Language, I pronounce,

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Stuffing

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Stuffing the Ears of them with false 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, fwol'n with fome other Griefs,
Is thought with Child, by the ftern Tyrant War;
And no fuch matter. Rumour is a Pipe
Blown by Surmifes, Jealoufies, Conjectures;
And of fo eafie, and fo plain a stop,

That the blunt Monfter, with uncounted Heads,
The still difcordant, wavering Multitude,

Can play upon it. But what need I thus

My well known Body to Anatomize
Among my Houfhold? Why is Rumour here?
I run before King Harry's Victory,

Who in a bloody Field by Shrewsbury

Hath beaten down young Hot fur, and his Troops,
Quenching the Flame of bold Rebellion,
Even with the Rebels Blood.

But what mean I

To speak of Truth at firft? My Office is
To noise abroad, that Harry Monmouth fell
Under the Wrath of noble Hot-fpur's Sword:
And that the King, before the Dowglass Rage,
Stoop'd his anointed Head, as low as Death.
This have I rumour'd through the Peasant Towns,
Between the Royal Field of Shrewsbury,
And this Worm-eaten hole of ragged Stone,
Where Hot-fpur's Father, old Northumberland,
Lyes crafty Sick. The Pofts come tyring on,
And not a Man of them brings other News

Than they have learn'd of me. From Rumour's Tongues,
They bring fmooth-comforts-falfe, worfe than true Wrongs.

SCENE II.

Enter Lord Bardolf, and the Porter.

[Exit

Bard. Who keeps the Gate, hoa?

Where is the Earl?

Porter.

Porter. What fhall I say you are?

Bard. Tell thou the Earl,

That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here.

Porter. 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 comes the Earl.

North. What news, Lord Bardolph? Ev'ry minute now Should be the Father of fome Stratagem.

The Times are wild: Contention, like a Horse
Full of high Feeding madly hath broke loose,
And bears down all before him.

Bard. Noble Earl,

I bring you certain News from Shrewsbury.
North. Good, and Heav'n will.

Bard. As good as Heart can wish:

The King is almoft wounded to the Death:
And in the Fortune of my Lord your Son,
Prince Harry in outright; and both the Blunts
Kill'd by the Hand of Dowglafs; young Prince John,
And Westmorland, and Stafford, fled the Field.
And Harry Monmouth's Brawn, the Hulk Sir John,
Is Prifoner to your Son. O, fuch a Day,
So fought, fo follow'd, and fo fairly won,
Came no, till now, to dignifie the Times
Since Cafar's Fortunes.

North. How is this deriv'd?

Saw you the Field? Came you from Shrewsbury?

Bard. Ifpake with one, my Lord, that came from thence A Gentleman well bred, and of good Name,

That freely render'd me this News for true.

North. Here comes my Servant Travers, whom I feat On Tuesday laft, to liften after News.

Enter Travers.

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..

North. Now Travers,what good Tidings comes from you

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