KING HENRY IV. PART SECOND. The Second Part of King Henry the Fourth owes its origin—like the prevenient and subsequent plays-Henry the Fourth Part First, and Henry the Fifth,-partly to the "Chronicles" of Holinshed, and principally to an anonymous drama (performed several years before Shakespeare became a writer for the stage), entitled "The famous Victories of Henry the Fifth." The first edition of this play was registered in 1599, and published in 1600 it is remarkable for containing on its title page the first entry of Shakespeare's name as a dramatic author. Another edition, with considerable alterations, was printed in the same year. No subsequent edition appeared till the folio collection of 1623. The Second Part begins with news of the Battle at Shrewsbury in 1403, and is continued till the Death of Henry in 1413. The Time therefore extends over nine years. The Scenes of the action are in various parts of England. As a kind of Prologue, or, as it is called, an Induction, Shakespeare introduces the Second Part of King Henry the Fourth by a mythological personage called Rumour, painted over with tongues. The object is to connect this Part with the First one. This Induction is supposed to be spoken outside the Earl of Northumberland's residence at Warkworth. Rum. Open your ears: For which of you will 'stop I run 'before King Harry's victory; Hath beaten down young Hotspur and his troops; Than they have learned of 'me: from Rumour's tongues. [Exit. The first Scene opens on the Earl of Northumberland's Castle at Warkworth. The Earl, pretending still to suffer from his feigned sickness, which had kept him away from the battle at Shrewsbury, does not yet know its result. Lord Bardolph, outside the Castle, calls: L. Bard. Who keeps the gate here? ho!— O. R. peasant. + Stronghold. The Porter appears. Tell thou the Earl That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here. Port. His lordship is walked forth into the orchard: Please it your honour, 'knock but at that gate, And he 'himself will answer. The Earl of Northumberland enters: North. What news, Lord Bardolph ? every minute 'now The times are wild: Contention, like a horse L. Bard. Noble Earl, 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. North. Here comes my servant Travers, whom I sent, On Tuesday last, to listen after news. L. Bard. My lord, I 'over-rode him on the way; [Travers enters. With 'joyful tidings; and, being better horsed, Out-rode me. After him came, spurring hard, A gentleman, almost forspent with speed,Who asked the way to Chester; and of him I did demand what news from Shrewsbury: He told me that rebellion had 'ill luck, And that young Harry Percy's spur was 'cold. North. Ha!-Again.† Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold? Lord Bardolph advances : L. Bard. He was some 'hilding‡ fellow, that had 'stolen The horse he rode on; and, upon my life, Spoke at a 'venture. Look, here comes 'more news. *Military exploit. Repeat. Say again. + Dastard, base. Morton, another retainer, enters. North. Yea, 'this man's brow, like to a 'title-leaf, North. How doth my 'son? ... and brother?... And 'would have told him, half his Troy was 'burned; This thou wouldst say,-" Your son did thus, and thus ; North. Remembered knolling a departed friend. That, which I would to Heaven I had not 'seen; From whence with life he never more sprang up. 'Fly from the field. Then was the noble Worcester Too soon ta'en prisoner; and that furious Scot, The bloody Douglas, stumbling in fear, was took. The Is that the King hath 'won; and hath sent out * Return of blow. North. For this I shall have time enough to 'mourn. Lord Bardolph, Morton, and Travers expostulate with the Earl for his unexpected violence. L. Bard. Sweet Earl, divorce not 'wisdom from Mor. our. your 'hon We all, that are engaged to face this loss, And, my noble lord, Derives from 'Heaven his quarrel and his cause; Get posts and letters, and make friends with speed: [Exeunt. Scene now changes to a Street in London; the fat Sir John, iters pensively along, attended by a sharp-eyed little boy bearing a sword and buckler. rah, you giant, what says the Doctor to my sympoms? He said, sir, that, for the party that sent me, he night have 'more diseases than he knew for. |