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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 The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour 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 Rumour, who but only I, Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence; Whilst the big year, swoľn with some other grief, Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, And no such matter? Rumour 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
Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland,
The Porter before the Gate; Enter Lord BARDOLPH. Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho ?-Where is the
Bard. Tell thou the earl,
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 comes the earl.
North. What news, lord Bardolph? every minute now
Bard. Noble earl,
North. Good, an heaven will!
Bard. As good as heart can wish :-
North. How is this deriv'd ?
thence; 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 sent, On Tuesday last to listen after news.
Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way;
Enter TRAVERS. North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come with
Tra. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turn’d me back
North. Ha ! -Again.
Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what;
vers, Give then such instances of loss?