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.

THE SECOND PART OF

KING HENRY IV.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

KING HENRY THE FOURTH:

HENRY, Prince of Wales, afterwards King'

Henry V.;

THOMAS, Duke of Clarence;

PRINCE JOHN of Lancaster;

PRINCE HUMPHREY of Gloster;

Earl of Warwick;

Earl of Westmoreland; of the King's Party.

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 COLEVILE;

his Sons.

Enemies to

the King.

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, Recruits.

FANG and SNARE, Sheriff's Officers.

RUMOUR. 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.

SCENE, England.

INDUCTION.

Warkworth. Before Northumberland's Castle. Enter RUMOUR, painted full of Tongues. Rumour.

(PEN 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, swol'n 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
My well known body to anatomize

Among my household? Why is Rumour here?
I run before King Harry's victory;