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Warkworth. Before Northumberland's Castle.
Enter RUMOUR, painted full of tongues.
Rum. Open your ears; For which of you will stop
That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
1 Enter RUMOUR,] This speech of Rumour is not inelegant or unpoetical, but it is wholly useless, since we are told nothing which the first scene does not clearly and naturally discover. The only end of such prologues is to inform the audience of some facts previous to the action, of which they can have no knowledge from the persons of the drama. JOHNSON.
Among my household? Why is Rumour here?
Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his troops,
Even with the rebels' blood. But what mean I.
SECOND PART OF
KING HENRY IV.
SCENE I.-The same.
The Porter before the Gate; Enter Lord BARDOLPH,
WHO keeps the gate here, ho?-Where is the earl?
Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the orchard;
Here comes the earl.
North. What news, lord Bardolph? every minute
Should be the father of some stratagem':
The times are wild; contention, like a horse
9 some stratagem:] Some stratagem means here some great, important, or dreadful event.
Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,
And bears down all before him.
I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.
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 Kill'd by the hand of Douglas: young prince John, And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field; And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk sir John, Is prisoner to your son: O, such a day, So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won, Came not, till now, to dignify the times, Since Cæsar's fortunes!
How is this deriv'd? Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury? Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came from thence;
On Tuesday last to listen after news.
Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way;
A gentleman well bred, and of good name,
That freely render'd me these news for true.
North. Here comes my servant, Travers, whom I
North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come with you?
Tra. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back
3 forspent-] To forspend is to waste, to exhaust.
That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse:
Had met ill luck?
My lord, I'll tell you what ;If my young lord your son have not the day, Upon mine honour, for a silken point
I'll give my barony: never talk of it.
North. Why should the gentleman, that rode by
Give them such instances of loss?
North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf", Foretells the nature of a tragick volume:
4 silken point —] A point is a string tagged, or lace. some hilding fellow,] For hilderling, i. e. base, de
6 like to a title-leaf,] It may not be amiss to observe, that, in the time of our poet, the title-page to an elegy, as well as every intermediate leaf, was totally black. I have several in my possession, written by Chapman, the translator of Homer, and ornamented in this manner. STEEVENS.