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Henry IV part two

Induction

Warkworth. Before the castle
 
[Enter RUMOR, painted full of tongues]
 
RUMOR
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      Open | your ears:| for which | of you | will stop
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      The vent | of hea|ring, when / loud Ru|mor speaks?
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      I, from | the o|rient | to the droo|ping west
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      (Making the | wind my | post-horse) still | unfold
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      The acts | commen|ced on | this ball | of earth.
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      Upon | my tongue,| contin|ual slan|ders ride,
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      The which,| in e|very lang|uage, I | pronounce,
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      Stuffing | the ears | of them | with false | reports:
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      I speak | of peace,| while co|vert en|mity
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      (Under | the smile | of safe|ty) wounds | the world:
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      And who | but Ru|mor, who | but on|ly I
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      Make^fear|ful mus|ters and | prepared | defense,
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      Whiles the | big year, swollen | with some o|ther griefs,
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      Is thought | with child,| by the / stern ty|rant, war,
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      And no | such mat|ter? Ru|mor, is | a pipe
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      Blown by | surmi|ses, jea|lousies,| conjec||tures;
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      And | of so ea|sy and / so plain | a stop
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      That the / blunt mon|ster, with / uncoun|ted heads,
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      The still-|discor|dant, wa|vering mul|titude,
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      Can play | upon | it. But | what need | I thus
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      My well-|known bo/dy to | ana|tomize
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      Among | my house|hold? Why is Ru|mor here?
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      I run | before | King^Har|ry's vic|tory,
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      Who in | a bloo|dy field | by Shrews|bury
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      Hath bea|ten down | young Hotspur,| and his troops,
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      Quenching | the flame | of bold | rebel|lion,
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         E||ven with | the re|bel's blood.| But what | mean^I
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      To speak | so true | at first?| My of|fice is
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      To noise | abroad,| that Har|ry Mon|mouth fell
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      Under the | wrath of | noble | Hotspur's sword,
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      And that | the king,| before | the Doug|las' rage
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      Stooped his | anoin|ted head | as low | as death.
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      This have | I ru|mored through | the pea|sant towns,
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      Between | that roy|al field | of Shrews|bury,
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      And this / worm-ea|ten hold | of rag|ged stone,
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      Where Hot|spur's^fa|ther, old | Northum|berland,
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      Lies^craf|ty sick:| the posts | come ti|ring on,
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      And not | a man | of them | brings^o|ther news
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      Than they | have learned | of me:| from Ru|mor's tongues
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      They bring smooth com|forts false,| worse than | true^wrongs. ??
 
[Exit]

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