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LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTIce. SHAKSPEARE is supposed to have written this play in 1598. Its action comprehends a period of nine years, com

mencing with Hotspur's death, 1403, and terminating with the coronation of Henry V. 1412-13. Many of the tragic scenes in this second portion of the history are forcible and pathetic; but the comedy is of a much looser and more iudecent character, than any in the preceding part. Shallow is an odd though pleasing por trait of a brainless magistrate ; and a character, it is to be feared, not peculiar to Glostershire only. Ju thu exbibiting his worship to the ridicule of an audience, Shakspeare amply revenged himself on his old War. wickshire prosecutor. On the character of Falstaff, as exhibited in the two plays, Dr. Johnson makes the following admirable remarks: “Falstaff ! unimitated, unimitable Falstaff', how shall I describe thee ; thou compound of sease and vice; of sense which may be admired, but not esteemed; of vice which may be despised, but hardly detested. Falstaff is a character loaded with faults, and with those faults which naturally produce contempt. He is a thief and a glutton, a coward and a boaster ; always ready to cheat the weak, ana prey upon the poor ; to terrify the timorous, and insult the defenceless. At once obsequivus and malignant he satirizes in their absence those whom he lives by flattering. He is familiar with the prince, only as an agent of vice; but of this familiarity he is so proud, as not only to be supercilious and haughty with common ben, but to think his interest of importance to the Duke of Lancaster, Yet the man thus corrupt, thus despicable, makes himself necessary to the prince that despises him, by the most pleasing of all qualities, perpetual gaity; by an unfailing power of exciting laughter, which is the more freely indulged, as his wit is not of the splendid or ambitious kind, but consists in easy scapes and sallies of levity, which make sport, buc Taise no envy. It must be observed, that he is stained with no enormous or sanguinary crimes, so that his licentiousness is not so offensive but that it may be borne for his mirth."


TRAVERS and MORTON, Domestics of Northum. HENRY, Prince of Wales, after

berland. tards King Henry V.


Poins und Peto, Attendants on Prince P&INCE JOHN of Lancaster, after. his Sons.

Henry. wards Duke of Bedford ;

SHALLOW and SILENCE, Country Justices. PRINCE HUMPHREY of Gloster,

DAVY, Serrant to Shallow. afterwards Duke of Gloster,


BULLCALP, Recruits. EARL OF WESTMOREof the King's Party.

Fang and SNARE, Sheriff's Oficers. LAND,


A DANCER, Speaker of the Epilogue LORD CHIEF JUSTICE of the King's Bench. A GENTLEMAN attending on the Chief Justice. LADY NORTH CYBERLAND.-LADY PERCY, EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND,

Hostess QUICKLY.-DOLL TEAR-SHEET. SCROOP, Archbishop of York, Enemies LORD MOWBRAY; LORD HASTINGS, to the Lords and other Attendants, oficers, Solo LORD BARDOLPH; SIR JOHN COLE- King. diers, Messenger, Drawers, Beadles, VILE,

Grooms, &c.

SCENE, England.


1, from the orient to the drooping west,

Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold Warkworth.-Before Northumberland's The acts commenced on this ball of earth : Castle.

Upon my tongues continual slanders ride;

The which in every language I pronounce,
Enter Rumour, painteil full of Tongues. Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
Rum. Open your ears; For which of you will I speak of peace, while covert enmity,

Under the smile of safety wounds the world : The vent of hearing, when loud Ruinour speaks ? And who but Rumour, who but only 1,

Make fearful musters and prepar'd defence ; North. Here comes my servant, Travers Whilst the big year, swoll'n with some other

whom I sent grief,

On Tuesday last to listen after news. Is thought with child by the steru tyrant war, Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe

And he is furnish'd with no certainties,
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures; More than he haply may retain from me.
And of so easy and so plain a stop,

That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
The still-discordant wavering multitude,

North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come Can play upon it. But what need I thus

with you? My well known body to anatomize

Tra. My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me Among my household ? Why is Rumour here?

back I run before king Harry's victory;

With joyful tidings; and, being better bors'd, Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury,

Out-rode me. After him, came spurring hard, Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his A gentleman almost forspent with speed, troops,

That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied Quenching the flame of bold rebellion

horse : Even with the rebel's blood. But what mean I He ask'd the way to Chester; and of bim To speak so true at first? my office is

I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury. To noise abroad,-that Harry Monmouth fell He told me, that rebellion had bad luck, Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword; And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold ; And that the king before the Donglas' rage With that, he gave his able horse the bead, Stoop'd his anointed bead as low as death. And, bending forward, struck his armed heels This have 1 rumour'd through the peasant Against the panting sides of his poor jade towns

Up to the rowel-head ; and, starting so, Between that royal field of Shrewsbury

He seem'd in running to devour the way, And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone, Staying no longer question. Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, North. Ha !--Again. Lies crafty-sick : the posts come tiring on, Said be, young Harry Percy's spur was cold 1 And not a man of thein brings other news of Hotspur, coldspur ? that rebellion Than they have iearu'd of me; From Rumour's Had mei ill-luck! tongues

Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what ;They bring smooth comforts false, worse than If my young lord your son have not the day, true wrongs.

(Exit. Upon wive honour, for a silken point.

I'll give my barony: never talk of it.
North. Why should the gentleman, that rode

by Travers,

Give then such instances of loss?

Bard. Who, he ?
SCENE 1.The same - The Porter before The borse be rode on ; and, upon my life,

He was some hilding fellow, that had stol'n the Gate ; Enter Lord BARDOLPX.

Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho ?

Where is the earl ?

Port. What shall I say you are ?
Bard. Tell thou the earl,

North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here.

leaf, Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the Fortells the nature of a tragic volume : orchard ;

So looks the strond, wheron the imperious flood Please it your bonour, knock but at the gate, Hath left a witness'd usurpation.tAnd he himself will answer.

Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrews. Enter NORTHUMBERLAND.


Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord; Bard. Here comes the earl.

Where hateful death put on bis ugliest mask, North. What news, lord Bardolph ? every To fright our party: minute now

North. How doth my son and brother Should be the father of some stratagem: 1 Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy check The times are wild; contention, like a horse Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, And bears down all before him.

So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Bard. Noble earl,

Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. And would have told him, half his Troy was North. Good, an heaven will !

buru'd : Bard. As good as heart can wish :

But Priam found the fire, ere he his toogne, The king is almost wounded to the death ; And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'at it. And, in the fortune of my lord your son, This thou would'st say,-Your son did thus and Prince Harry slain outright ; and both the

thus, Blunts

Your brother, thus ; so fought the noble Doug. Kill'd by tbe band of Douglas : young prince John,

Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds : And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field; But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed, And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk Sir John, Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, Is prisoner to your son : 0 such a day,

Ending with-brother, son, and all are dead. So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won,

Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet: Came not, till now, to dignify the times, But, for my lord your son,Since Cæsar's fortunes!

North. Why, he is dead. North. How is this deriv'd?

See, wbat a ready tongue suspicion hath? Saw you the field ? came you from Shrewsbury? He that but fears the tbing he would not Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came

know, from thence;

Hatlı, by instinct, knowledge from other's eyes, A gentleman well bred, and of good name, That wbat he fear'd is chauced.

Yet speak, That freely render'd me these news for true.

Morton ;

Tell thou thy earl, bis diviuation lies;
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my lord.

And I will take it as a sweet disgrace,

The ragged’st hour that time and spite dare And make thee rich for doing me such wrong.

bring, Mor. You are too great to be by me gain. To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland ! said:

Let beaven kiss earth! Now let not nature's Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain.

band North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's Keep the wild flood confin'd! let order die ! dead.

And let this world no longer be a stage, I see a strange confession in thine eye :

To feed contention in a lingering act; Thou shak'st thy bead, and hold'st it fear or sin, But let one spirit of the first-born Cain To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so : Reign in all bosoms, that each heart being set The tongue offends not, that reports bis death : On bloody courses, the rude scene may end, And he doth sin, that doth belie the dead; And darkness be the burier of the dead ! Not be, which says the dead is not alive.

Tra. This strained passion doth you wrong, Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office; and bis tongue

Bard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,

your honour. Remember'd knolling a departing friend.

Mor. The lives of all your loving complices Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is | Lean on your health; the which, if you give dead.

o'er Mor. I am sorry I should force you to be- To storiny passion, must perforce decay. lieve

You cast the event of war, my noble lord, 'That, which I wonld to heaven I had not seen: And summ'd the account of chance, before you Bat these mine eyes saw him in bloody state,

said, Rend'ring faint quittance, * wearied and out. Let us make lead. It was your presurmise, breath'd

That in the dole of blows your son might To Harry Monmouth : whose swift wrath beat drop : down

You knew he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, The never-daunted Percy to the earth,

More likely to fall in, than to get o'er : From whence with life he never more sprung You were advis'd, his flesh was capable ир.

of wounds, and scars; and that his forward Jo few, + his death (whose spirit lent a fire

spirits Even to the dullest peasant in his cainp,)

Would lift him where most trade of danger Being bruited I once, took fire and heat away

rang'd; From the best temper'd courage in his troops : Yet did you say,-Go forth ; and none of this, For from his metal was his party steel'd; Though strongly apprehended, could restrain Which once in him abated, all the rest

The stiff-borne action : What hath then beTurn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead.

fallen, And as the thing that's heavy in itself,

Or what hath this hold enterprize brought forth, Upon enforcement, dies with greatest speed ; More than that being wbich was like to be ! So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,

Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss, Lend to this weight such lightness with their knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous fear,

seas, That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim, That, if we wrought out life, 'twas ten to one : Tban did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos'd Fly from the field : Then was that poble Wor-Chok'd the respect of likely peril fear'd ; cester

And, since we are o'erset, venture again. Too soon ta'en prisoner : and that furious Scot, Come, we will all put forth ; body and goods. The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring Mor. 'Tis more than time : And, my most sword

noble lord, Had three times slain the appearance of the I hear for certain, and do speak the truth,– king,

The gentle archbishop of York is up, 'Gan vail bis stomach, and did grace the With well-appointed powers; he is a man, shame

Who with a double surety binds his followers. or those tbat turn'd their backs; and, in his My lord your son had oniy but the corps, flight,

But shadows, and the shows of men, to fight : Stambling in fear, was took. The sam of all For that same word, rebellion, did divide Is,-that the king hath won ; and bath sent out The action of their bodies from their souls ; A speedy power to encounter you, my lord, And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd, Under the conduct of young Lancaster,

As men drink potions ; that their weapons only And Westmoreland ; this is the news at full. Seem'd on our side, but for their spirits and North. For this I shall have time enough to

souls, mourn.

This word, rebellion, it had froze them up, In poison there is physic; and these news, As fish are in a pond : Blit now the bishop Having been well, that would have made me Turns insurrection to religion : sick,

Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts, Being sick, have in some measure made me well : He's follow'd both with body and with mind; And as the wretch whose fever-weaken'd joints, And doth enlarge his rising with the blood Like strengthless binges, buckle under life, of fair king Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire

stones. Out of bis keeper's arms; even so my limbs,

Derives from heaven his quarrel and his cause ; Weaken'd with grief, being now enrag'd with Tells them be doth bestride a bleeding laud, grier,

Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke ; Are thrice themselves : hence therefore, thou And more, + and less, do flock to follow him. nice | crutch;

North. I knew of this before ; but to speak A scaly gauntlet now,' with joints of steel,

truth, Must glove this hand : and hence, thou sickly This present grief hath wip'd it from my mind. quoii,

Go in with me ; and counsel every man Thou art a guard too wanton for the head, The aptest way for safety and revenge : Which princes, Aesh'd with conquest, aim to Get posts, and letters, and make friends with bit.

speed ; Now bind my brows with iron; and approach Never so few, and never yet more need.

(Ereunt. • Return of blows.

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Lot fall. i Trilling.

q Cap.
. Distribution.

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