Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back:
For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,
I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.
The trumpet sounds retreat; the day is ours.
Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field,
To see what friends are living, who are dead.
Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards
[Exeunt P. HEN. and P. JOHN.
me, God reward him! If I do grow great, I'll grow less;
for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly, as a noble-
man should do.
[Exit, bearing off the body.
SCENE V. Another Part of the Field. The Trumpets
sound.
Enter KING HENRY, PRINCE HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, WEST-
MORELAND, and others, with WORCESTER and VERNON,
prisoners.
K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.-
Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace,
Pardon, and terms of love to all of you?
And wouldst thou turn our offers contrary?
Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?
Three knights upon our party slain to-day,
A noble earl, and many a creature else,
Had been alive this hour,
If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne
Betwixt our armies true intelligence.
Wor. What I have done, my safety urged me to;
And I embrace this fortune patiently,
Since not to be avoided it falls on me.
K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon too.
Other offenders we will pause upon.-
[Exeunt Wor. and VERNON, guarded.
P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when he saw
The fortune of the day quite turned from him,
The noble Percy slain, and all his men
Upon the foot of fear, fled with the rest;
And, falling from a hill, he was so bruised,
That the pursuer took him. At my tent
The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace,
I may dispose of him.
With all my heart.
P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you
This honorable bounty shall belong.
Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
Up to his pleasure, ransomless, and free.
His valor, shown upon our crests to-day,
Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds,
Even in the bosom of our adversaries.
K. Hen. Then this remains, that we divide our power.-
You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland,
Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest speed,
To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop,
Who, as we hear, are busily in arms.
Myself, and you, son Harry, will towards Wales
To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March.
Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,
Meeting the check of such another day;
And since this business so fair is done,
Let us not leave till all our own be won. [Exeunt.
KING HENRY THE FOURTH:
HENRY, Prince of Wales, afterwards
THOMAS, Duke of Clarence;
PRINCE JOHN of Lancaster, afterwards his Sons.
(2 Henry V.) Duke of Bedford; PRINCE HUMPHREY of Gloster, after
wards (2 Henry V.) Duke of Gloster;
Earl of Warwick;
Earl of Westmoreland; of the
GOWER; HARCOURT;
Lord Chief Justice of the King's Bench.
A Gentleman attending on the Chief Justice.
Earl of Northumberland;
SCROOP, Archbishop of York;
LORD MOWBRAY; LORD HASTINGS;
LORD BARDOLPH; SIR JOHN COLEVILLE;
TRAVERS and MORTON, Domestics of Northumberland.
FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, and Page.
POINS and PETO, Attendants on Prince Henry.
SHALLOW and SILENCE, Country Justices.
Davy, Servant to Shallow.
MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, and BULLCALF,
FANG and SNARE, Sheriff's Officers.
RUMOR, A Porter.
A Dancer, Speaker of the Epilogue.
LADY NORTHUMBERLAND. LADY PERCY.
HOSTESS QUICKLY. DOLL TEAR-SHEET.
Lords, and other Attendants; Officers, Soldiers, Messenger, Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, &c.
Warkworth. Before Northumberland's Castle.
Enter RUMOR, painted full of tongues.
Rumor. OPEN your ears; for which of you will stop
The vent of hearing, when loud Rumor 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 slanders 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 Rumor, who but only I,
Make fearful musters, and prepared defence;
Whilst the big ear, swollen with some other grief,
Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,
And no such matter? Rumor 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 Rumor 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 ne of bold rebellion
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