Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hath beaten downe young Hotspurre, and his Troopes,
Quenching the flame of bold Rebellion,
Euen with the Rebels blood. But what meane I
To speak so true at first? My Office is
To noyse abroad, that Harry Monmouth fell
Vnder the Wrath of Noble Hotspurres Sword:
And that the King, before the Dowglas Rage
Stoop'd his Anointed head, as low as death.
This haue I rumour'd through the peasant‑Townes,
Between that Royall Field of Shrewsburie,
And this Worme‑eaten‑Hole of ragged Stone,
Where Hotspurres Father, old Northumberland,
Lyes craftysicke. The Posts come tyring on,
And not a man of them brings other newes
Then they haue learn'd of Me. From Rumours Tongues,
They bring smooth‑Comforts‑false, worse than True‑
wrongs.
Exit.
Scena Secunda.
[Act 1, Scene 1]