Port. What shall I say you are?
L. 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,5
And he himself will answer.
Enter Northumberland.
L. Bard. Here comes the earl.
[Exit Porter.[3269]
North. What news, Lord Bardolph? every minute now
Should be the father of some stratagem:
The times are wild; contention, like a horse
Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose10
And bears down all before him.
L. Bard. Noble earl,
I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.
North. Good, an God will![3270]
L. Bard. As good as heart can wish:
The king is almost wounded to the death;
And, in the fortune of my lord your son,15
Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts
Kill'd by the hand of Douglas; young Prince John
And Westmoreland and Stafford fled the field;
And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk Sir John,
Is prisoner to your son: O, such a day,20
So fought, so follow'd and so fairly won.
Came not till now to dignify the times,
Since Cæsar's fortunes!