The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 4 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 4 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
[3262] _worm-eaten hold_] Theobald. _worme-eaten hole_ Q.
_Worm-eaten-Hole_ Ff.
[3263] _Where_] Ff. _When_ Q.
[3264] _crafty-sick_] Pope. _crafty sicke_ Q F₁ F₂. _crafty sick_ F₃ F₄.
[3265] _me:_] _me,_ Q. _me._ Ff.
[3266] [Exit.] Ff. Exit Rumours. Q.
ACT I.
SCENE I. _The same._
_Enter_ LORD BARDOLPH.[3267]
_L. Bard._ Who keeps the gate here, ho?[3268]
_The_ Porter _opens the gate_.
Where is the earl?
_Port._ What shall I say you are?
_L. Bard._ Tell thou the earl
That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here.
_Port._ His lordship is walk'd forth into the orchard:
Please it your honour, knock but at the gate, 5
And he himself will answer.
_Enter_ NORTHUMBERLAND.
_L. Bard._ Here comes the earl.
[_Exit Porter._[3269]
_North._ What news, Lord Bardolph? every minute now
Should be the father of some stratagem:
The times are wild; contention, like a horse
Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose 10
And bears down all before him.
_L. Bard._ Noble earl,
I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.
_North._ Good, an God will![3270]
_L. Bard._ As good as heart can wish:
The king is almost wounded to the death;
And, in the fortune of my lord your son, 15
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, 20
So fought, so follow'd and so fairly won.
Came not till now to dignify the times,
Since Cæsar's fortunes!
_North._ How is this derived?
Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury?
_L. Bard._ I spake with one, my lord, that came from thence,[3271] 25
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[3272]
On Tuesday last to listen after news.
_Enter_ TRAVERS.[3273]
_L. Bard._ My lord, I over-rode him on the way; 30
And he is furnish'd with no certainties
More than he haply may retail from me.[3274]
_North._ Now, Travers, what good tidings comes with you?[3275]
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