Up to his pleasure, ransomless and free: Lan. I thank your Grace for this high courtesy, Which I fhall give away immediately. K. Henry. Then this remains; that we divide our Power. You fon John, and my coufin Westmorland, Tow'rds York fhall bend you, with your dearest speed, Myfelf and You, fon Harry, will tow'rds Wales, Exeunt. PROLOGUE. Enter RUMOUR, painted full of Tongues. PEN your ears: for which of you will ftop That the blunt monfter with uncounted heads, Among my houfhold? Why is Rumour here? Who in a bloody field by Shrewsbury Hath beaten down young Hot-pur and his troops; But what mean I And And that the King before the Dowglas' rage And this worm-eaten Hold of ragged ftone; wrongs. [Exit. Dra F 2 |