Henry the fourth.
141132Mour. Douglas is liuing, and your brother yet,
142133But for my Lord your
sonne:
144135See what a ready tongue Su
spition hath!
145136He that but feares the thing hee would not know,
146137Hath by in
stin
ct, knowledge from others eies,
147138That what he feard is chanced: yet
speake Mourton,
148139Tell thou an Earle, his diuination lies,
149140And I will take it as a
sweete di
sgrace,
150141And make thee rich for doing me
such wrong.
151142Mour. You are too great to be by me gain
said,
152143Your
spirite is too true, your feares too certaine.
153144Earle Yet for all this,
say not that Percie's dead,
154145I
see a
strange confe
ssion in thine eie,
155146Thou
shak
st thy head, and hold
st it feare, or
sinne,
156147To
speake a truth: if he be
slaine,
157148The tongne o
ffends not that reports his death,
158149And he doth
sinne that doth belie the dead,
159150Not he which
saies the dead is not aliue,
160151Yet the
fir
st bringer of vnwelcome newes
161152Hath but a loo
sing o
ffice, and his tongue
162153Sounds euer after as a
sullen bell,
163154Remembred tolling a departing friend.
164155Bard. I cannot thinke, my Lord, your
sonne is dead.
165156Mour. I am
sory I
should force you to beleeue,
166157That which I would to God I had not
seene,
167158But the
se mine eies
saw him in bloudy
state,
168159Rendring faint quittance, wearied, and out-breathd,
169160To Harry Monmouth, who
se
swift wrath beat downe
170161The neuer daunted Percy to the earth,
171162From whence with life he neuer more
sprung vp.
172163In few his death, who
se
spirite lent a
fire,
173164Euen to the dulle
st pea
sant in his campe,
174165Being bruted once, tooke
fire and heate away,
175166From the be
st temperd courage in his troopes,
176167For from his mettal was his party
steeled,
Which