Henry the fourth.
6560Bard. As good as heart can wi
sh:
6661The King is almo
st wounded to the death,
6762And in the fortune of my Lord your
sonne,
6863Prince Harry
slaine outright, and both the Blunts
6964Kild by the hand of Dowglas, yong prince Iohn,
7065And We
stmerland and Sta
fford
fled the
field,
7166And Harry Monmouthes brawne, the hulke
sir Iohn,
7267Is pri
soner to your
sonne: O
such a day!
7368So fought,
so followed, and
so fairely wonne,
7469Came not till now to digni
fie the times
7570Since C
aesars fortunes.
7671Earle How is this deriu'd?
7772Saw you the
field? came you from Shrew
sbury?
7873Bar. I
spake with one, my lord, that came from thence,
enter Trauers. 7974A gentleman well bred, and of good name,
80That freely rendred me the
se newes for true.
8175Earle Here comes my
seruant Trauers who I
sent
8276On tue
sday la
st to li
sten after newes.
8477Bar. My lord, I ouer-rode him on the way,
8578And he is furni
sht with no certainties,
8679More then he haply may retale from me.
8780Earle Now Trauers, what good tidings comes with you?
8881Trauers My lord,
sir Iohn Vmfreuile turnd me backe
8982With ioyfull tidings, and being better hor
st,
9083Out rode me, after him came
spurring hard,
9184A gentleman almo
st fore
spent with
speede,
9285That
stopt by me to breathe his bloudied hor
se,
9386He askt the way to Che
ster, and of him
9487I did demand what newes from Shrewsbury,
9588He told me that rebellion had bad lucke,
9689And that yong Harrie Percies
spur was cold:
9790With that he gaue his able hor
se the head,
9891And bending forward,
strooke his armed heeles,
9992Again
st the panting
sides of his poore iade,
10093Vp to the rowell head, and
starting
so,
10194He
seem'd in running to deuoure the way,
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