Bardolph.
Who keeps the gate here, hoa? where is the Earl?

Port.
What shall I say you are?

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,
And he himself will answer. Enter Northumberland.

Bard.
Here's the Earl.

North.
What news, lord Bardolph? &wlquo;ev'ry minute now

&wlquo;Should be the ^{1 note}father of some stratagem.
&wlquo;The times are wild: Contention, like a horse
&wlquo;Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,
&wlquo;And bears down all before him.&wrquo;

Bard.
Noble Earl,
I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.

North.
Good, if heav'n will!

Bard.
As good as heart can wish:
The King is almost wounded to the death:
And in the fortune of my lord your son,
Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts
Kill'd by the hand of Dowglas: young Prince John,
And Westmorland, and Stafford, fled the field.
And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk Sir John,
Is prisoner to your son. O, such a day,
&wlquo;So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won,
&wlquo;Came not till now, to dignifie the times,
&wlquo;Since Cæsar's fortunes!&wrquo;

North.
How is this deriv'd?
Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury?

Bard.
I spake with one, my lord, that came from thence,
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
On Tuesday last to listen after news.

Bard.
My lord, I over-rode him on the way.
And he is furnish'd with no certainties,
More than he, haply, may retail from me.

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