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England will suffer and go ill, when his own strong hand is removed by coming death. All this sorrow, this fear, this love for his country, find expression in his noble, passionate, reproving appeal to his son. We can realise the sorrow gnawing at his heart when we understand that, knowing how wrongly he snacht the crown, he sees, as a sort of consequence, only strife and dissoluteness in the future days of England. Hal's repentance, however, is complete, and the promise of better days is given.
In connexion with the season of the play, Ellacombo says : “There is one flower-note in Act II., sc. iv., where the Hostess says to Falstaff, Fare thee well! I have known thee these twenty-five years come peascod time,” of which it can only be said that it must have been spoken at some other time than
It is impossible to determine the season of the play from its references to plants and flowers » (New Shaks. Soc. Trans., 1880-6, p. 73).
KING HENRY THE FOURTH
KING HENRY THE FOORTH. TRAVERS and MORTON, Re. HENRY, Prince of)
tainers of Northumberland. Wales, afterwards
SIR JOHN FALSTAFF. King Henry V.,
His Page. THOMAS, Duke of
Sons. PRINCE JOHN OF
PETO. PRINCE HUMPHREY
SHALLOW and! Country OF GLOSTER,
SILENCE, Justices. EARL OF WARWICK,
DAVY, Servant to Shallow. EARL OF WESTMORE
MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, LAND,
FEEBLE, and BULL-CALF, EARL OF SURREY, King's Recruits. GOWER,
Party. FANG and SNARE, Sheriff's HARCOURT,
LADY PERCY. Chief Justice.
Opposites bishop of York,
Lords, and Attendants ; Offi
to the LORD MOWBRAY,
King. LORD HASTINGS,
cers, Soldiers, Messenger,
Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, LORD BARDOLPH,
dc., RUMOUR, the Presenter, SIR JOHN COLE
A Dancer, Speaker of the VILLE,
INDUCTION Warkworth. Before NORTHUMBERLAND's Castle
Enter Rumour, painted full of tongues Rum. Open your ears ; for which of you will
The vent of hearing when loud Rumour speaks ?
To speak so true at first ?
office is To noise abroad, that Harry Monmouth fell Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword, And that the king before the Douglas' rage Stooped his anointed head as low as death. This have I rumoured through the peasant towns Between that royal field of Shrewsbury And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone, Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, Lies crafty sick. The posts come tiring on, And not a man of them brings other news Than they have learned of me: from Rumour's
tongues They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs.
SCENE I.-The Same
Enter Lord BARDOLPH
L. Bard. Who keeps the gate here? ho !
Where is the earl? Port. What shall I say you are?