My well-known body, to anatomize Hath beaten down young Hot-fpur and his troops Ev'n with the Rebels' blood. But what mean I To noife abroad, that Harry Monmouth fell Wrongs. Enter Lord Bardolph; the Porter at the door. HO keeps the gate here, hoa? where is the WH Port. What shall I fay you are? Bard. Tell thou the Earl, 5 The fecond Part of Henry IV. The Tranfactions comprized in this Hiftory take up about nine Years. The Action commences with the Account of Hot-fpur's being defeated and killed; and clofes with the Death of K. Henry IV, and the Coronation of K. Henry V. THEOBALD. • Mr. Upton thinks these two plays improperly called the firft and fecond parts of Henry the fourth. The firft play ends, he fays, with the peaceful fettlement of Henry in the kingdom by the defeat of the rebels. This is hardly true, for the re bels are not yet finally fuppreffed. The fecond, he tells us, fhews Henry the fifth in the various lights of a good-natured rake, till, on his father's death, he affumes a more manly character. This is true; but this reprefentation gives us no idea of a dramatick action. These two plays will appear to every reader, who fhall perufe them without ambition of critical difcoveries, to be fo connected that the fecond is merely a fequel to the first; to be two only because they are too long to be one. That That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here. Enter Northumberland. Bard. Here's the Earl. North. What news, lord Bardolph? ev'ry minute now Should be the father of fome ftratagem. The times are wild: Contention, like a horfe Bard. Noble Earl, I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. Bard. As good as heart can wish. The King is almost wounded to the death; Prince Harry flain outright; and both the Blunts, North. How is this deriv'd? Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury? A gentleman well bred, and of good name; North, Here comes my fervant Travers, whom I fent father of fome fratagem.] Stratagem, for vigorous action. WARBURTON. On On Tuesday laft to liften after news.' Lick SCENE II.. Enter Travers. North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come Tra. My lord, Sir John Umfrevil turn'd me back North. Ha? again Said he, young Harry Percy's fpur was cold? Bard. My lord, I'll tell you; If my young lord your fon have not the day, North. Why fhould the gentleman, that rode by Give then fuch inftances of lofsod duw ynut Bard. Who he? I He was fome hilding fellow, that had ftoll'n Spake at adventure. Look, here comes more news. North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, Say, Morton, didft thou come from Shrewsbury? 2 North. How doth my fon, and Brother? Thou trembleft; and the whiteness in thy cheek Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Even fuch a man, fo faint, fo fpiritlefs, So dull, fo dead in look, fo woe-be-gone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burn'd, But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue, And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'ft it. This thou would'ft fay your fon did thus, and thus; Your brother, thus; fo fought the noble Douglas: Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds; stati nerate. - fome bilding fellow, the old Scotti and English poets, For binderling, i. c. bafe, dege- as G. Do glas, Chaucer, lord BuckPOPE. burft, Farrfex; and fignifies, far 2 So woe-be gone.] The word gone in woe. was common enough amongst the WARBURTON. I |