Famous Victories of Henry V, Quarto 1

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Quarto 1, 1598.

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LONDON Printed by Thomas Creede, 1598

The Famous Victories of Henry the fifth, Conteining the Hono- rable Battell of Agin-court. Enter the yoong Prince, Ned, and Tom. Henry the fifth. COme away Ned and Tom. Both. Here my Lord. Henr.5. Come away my Lads: Tell me sirs, how much gold haue you got? Ned. Faith my Lord, I haue got fiue hundred pound. Hen.5. But tell me Tom, how much hast thou got? Tom. Faith my Lord, some foure hundred pound. Hen.5. Foure hundred pounds, brauely spoken Lads. But tell me sirs, thinke you not that it was a villainous part of me to rob my fathers Receiuers? Ned. Why no my Lord, it was but a tricke of youth. Hen.5. Faith Ned thou sayest true. But tell me sirs, whereabouts are we? Tom. My Lord, we are now about a mile off London. Hen.5. But sirs, I maruell that sir Iohn Old-Castle Comes not away: Sounds see where he comes. Enters Iockey. How now Iockey, what newes withthee? Iockey. Faith my Lord, such newes as passeth, For the Towne of Detfort is risen, A2 With The famous victories With hue and crie after your man, Which parted from vs the last night, And has set vpon, and hath robd a poore Carrier. Hen. 5. Sownes, the vilaine that was wont to spie Out our booties. Iock. I my Lord, euen the very same. Hen.5. Now base minded rascal to rob a poore carrier, Wel it skils not, ile saue the base vilaines life: I, I may: but tel me Iockey, wherabout be the Recieuers? Ioc. Faith my Lord, they are hard by, But the best is, we are a horse backe and they be a foote, So we may escape them. Hen.5. Wel, I the vilaines come, let me alone with them. But tel me Iockey, how much gots thou from the knaues? For I am sure I got something, for one of the vilaines So belamd me about the shoulders, As I shal feele it this moneth. Iock. Faith my Lord, I haue got a hundred pound. Hen. 5. A hundred pound, now brauely spoken Iockey: But come sirs, laie al your money before me, Now by heauen here is a braue shewe: But as I am true Gentleman, I wil haue the halfe Of this spent to night, but sirs take vp your bags, Here comes the Receiuers, let me alone. Enters two Receiuers. One. Alas good fellow, what shal we do? I dare neuer go home to the Court, for I shall be hangd. But looke, here is the yong Prince, what shal we doo? Hen.5. How now you vilaines, what are you? One Recei. Speake you to him. Other. No I pray, speake you to him. Hen.5. Why how now you rascals, why speak you not? One. Forsooth we be. Pray speake you to him. Hen.5. Sowns, vilains speak, or ile cut off your heads. Other. of Henry the fifth. Other. Forsooth he can tel the tale better then I. One. Forsooth we be your fathers Receiuers. Hen.5. Are you my fathers Receiuers? Then I hope ye haue brought me some money. One. Money, Alas sir we be robd. Hen.5. Robd, how many were there of them? One. Marry sir, there were foure of them: And one of them had sir Iohn Old-Castles bay Hobbie, And your blacke Nag. Hen.5. Gogs wounds how like you this Iockey? Blood you vilaines: my father robd of his money abroad, And we robd in our stables. But tell me, how many were of them? One recei. If it please you, there were foure of them, And there was one about the bignesse of you: But I am sure I so belambd him about the shoulders, That he wil feele it this month. Hen.5. Gogs wounds you lamd them faierly, So that they haue carried away your money. But come sirs, what shall we do withthe vilaines? Both recei. I beseech your grace, be good to vs. Ned. I pray you my Lord forgiue them this once. Well stand vp and get you gone, And looke that you speake not a word of it, For if there be, sownes ile hang you and all your kin. Exit Purseuant. Hen.5. Now sirs, how like you this? Was not this brauely done? For now the vilaines dare not speake a word of it, I haue so feared them with words. Now whither shall we goe? All. Why my Lord, you know our old hostes At Feuersham. Hen.5. Our hostes at Feuersham, blood what shal we do (there? We haue a thousand pound about vs, A3 And The famous victories And we shall go to a pettie Ale-house, No, no: you know the olde Tauerne in Easstcheape, There is good wine: besides, there is a pretie wench That can talke well, for I delight as much in their toongs, As any part about them. All. We are readie to waite vpon your grace. Hen.5. Gogs wounds waite, we will go altogither, We are all fellowes, I tell you sirs, and the King My father were dead, we would be all Kings, Therefore come away. Ned. Gogs wounds, brauely spoken Harry. Enter Iohn Cobler, Robin Pewterer, Lawrence Costermonger. Iohn Cob. All is well here, all is well maisters. Robin. How say you neighbour Iohn Cobler? I thinke it best that my neighbour Robin Pewterer went to Pudding lane end, And we will watch here at Billinsgate ward. How say you neighbour Robin, how like you this? Robin. Marry well neighbours: I care not much if I goe to Pudding lanes end. But neighbours, and you heare any adoe about me, Make haste: and if I heare any ado about you, I will come to you. Exit Robin. Law. Neighbor, what newes heare you of ye the young Prince: Iohn. Marry neighbor, I heare say, he is a toward yoong (Prince, For if he met any by the hie way, He will not let to talke with him, I dare not call him theefe, but sure he is one of these taking fellowes. Law. Indeed neighbour I heare say he is as liuely A young Prince as euer was. Iohn. I, and I heare say, if he vse it long, His father will cut him off from the Crowne: But of Henry the fifth. But neighbour say nothing of that. Law. No, no, neighbour, I warrant you. Iohn. Neighbour, me thinkes you begin to sleepe, If you will, we will sit down, For I thinke it is about midnight. Law. Marry content neighbour, let vs sleepe. Enter Dericke rouing. Dericke. Who, who there, who there? Exit Dericke. Enter Robin. Robin. O neighbors, what mean you to sleepe, And such ado in the streetes? Ambo. How now neighbor, whats the matter? Enter Dericke againe. Dericke. Who there, who there, who there? Cobler. Why what ailst thou? Here is no horses. Dericke. O alas man, I am robd, who there, who there? Robin. Hold him neighbor Cobler. Robin. Why I seethou art a plaine Clowne. Dericke. Am I a Clowne, sownes maisters, Do Clownes go in silke apparell? I am sure all we gentlemen Clownes in Kent scant go so Well: Sownes you know clownes very well: Heare you, are you maister Constable, and you be speake? For I will not take it at his hands. Iohn. Faith I am not maister Constable, But I am one of his bad officers, for he is not here. Dericke. Is not maister Constable here? Well it is no matter, ile haue the law at his hands. Iohn. Nay I pray you do not take the law of vs. Der. Well, you are one of his beastly officers. Iohn. I am one of his bad officers. Der. Why then I charge thee looke to him. Cobler. Nay but heare ye sir, you seeme to be an honest Fellow, and we are poore men, and now tis night: And The famous victories And we would be loth to haue any thing adoo, Therefore I pray thee put it vp. Der. First, thou saiest true, I am an honest fellow, And a proper hansome fellow too, And you seeme to be poore men, therefore I care not greatly, Nay, I am quickly pacified: But and you chance to spie the theefe, I pray you laie hold on him. Robin. Yes that we wil, I warrant you. Der. Tis a wonderful thing to see how glad the knaue Is, now I haue forgiuen him. Iohn. Neighbors do ye looke about you? How now, who’s there? Enter the Theefe. Theefe. Here is a good fellow, I pray you which is the Way to the old Tauerne in Eastcheape? Der. Whoope hollo, now Gads Hill, knowest thou me? Theef. I know thee for an Asse. Der. And I know thee for a taking fellow, Upon Gads hill in Kent: A bots light vpon ye. Theef. The whorson vilaine would be knockt. Der. Maisters, vilaine, and ye be men stand to him, And take his weapon from him, let him not passe you. Iohn. My friend, what make you abroad now? It is too late to walke now. Theef. It is not too late for true men to walke. Law. We know thee not to be a true man. Theef. Why what do you meane to do with me? Sownes I am one of the kings liege people. Der. Heare you sir, are you one of the kings liege people? Theef. I marry am I sir, what say you to it? Der. Marry sir, I say you are one of the kings filching (people. Cob. Come, come, lets haue him away. Theef. Why what haue I done? Robin of Henry the fifth. Robin. Thou hast robd a poore fellow, And taken away his goods from him. Theefe. I neuer sawe him before. Der. Maisters who comes here? Enter the Vintners boy. Boy. How now good man Cobler? Cob. How now Robin, what makes thou abroad At this time of night? Boy. Marrie I haue beene at the Counter, I can tell such newes as neuer you haue heard the like. Cobler. What is that Robin, what is the matter? Boy. Why this night about two houres ago, there came the young Prince, and three or foure more of his compani- ons, and called for wine good store, and then they sent for a noyse of Musitians, and were very merry for the space of an houre, then whether their Musicke liked them not, or whether they had drunke too much Wine or no, I cannot tell, but our pots flue against the wals, and then they drew their swordes, and went into the streete and fought, and some tooke one part, & some tooke another, but for the space of halfe an houre, there was such a bloodie fray as passeth, and none coulde part them vntill such time as the Maior and Sheriffe were sent for, and then at the last with much adoo, they tooke them, and so the yong Prince was carried to the Counter, and then about one houre after, there came a Messenger from the Court in all haste from the king, for my Lord Maior and the Sheriffe, but for what cause I know not. Cobler. Here is newes indeed Robert. Law. Marry neighbour, this newes is strange indeede, I thinke it best neighbour, to rid our hands of this fellowe first. Theefe. What meane you to doe with me? Cobler. We mean to carry you to the prison, and there to remaine till the Sessions day. B Theefe The famous victories Theef. Then I pray you let me go to the prison where my maister is. Cob. Nay thou must go to ye the country prison, to newgate, Therefore come away. Theef. I prethie be good to me honest fellow. Der. I marry will I, ile be verie charitable to thee, For I will neuer leaue thee, til I see thee on the Gallowes. Enter Henry the fourth, with the Earle of Exeter, and the Lord of Oxford. Oxf. And please your Maiestie, heere is my Lord Ma- ior and the Sheriffe of London, to speak with your Maie-stie. K.Hen.4. Admit them to our presence. Enter the Maior and the Sheriffe. Now my good Lord Maior of London, The cause of my sending for you at this time, is to tel you of a matter which I haue learned of my Councell: Herein I vnderstand, that you haue committed my sonne to prison without our leaue and license. What althogh he be a rude youth, and likely to giue occasion, yet you might haue con- sidered that he is a Prince, and my sonne, and not to be halled to prison by euery subiect. Maior. May it please your Maiestie to giue vs leaue to tell our tale? King Hen.4. Or else God forbid, otherwise you might thinke me an vnequall Iudge, hauing more affection to my sonne, then to any rightfull iudgement. Maior. Then I do not doubt but we shal rather deserue commendations at your Maiesties hands, thẽ then any anger. K.Hen.4. Go too, say on. Maior. Then if it please your Maiestie, this night be- twixt two and three of the clocke in the morning, my Lord the yong Prince with a very disordred companie, came to the old Tauerne in Eastcheape, and whether it was that their Musicke liked them not, or whether they were ouer- come with wine, I know not, but they drew their swords, and of Henry the fifth. and into the streete they went, and some tooke my Lord the yong Princes part, and some tooke the other, but betwixt them there was such a bloodie fray for the space of halfe an houre, that neither watchmẽ watchmen nor any other could stay thẽ them , till my brother the Sheriffe of London & I were sent for, and at the last with much adoo we staied them, but it was long first, which was a great disquieting to all your louing subiects thereabouts: and then my good Lord, we knew not whether your grace had sent them to trie vs, whether we would doo iustice, or whether it were of their owne volun- tarie will or not, we cannot tell: and therefore in such a case we knew not what to do, but for our own safegard we sent him to ward, where he wanteth nothing that is fit for his grace, and your Maiesties sonne. And thus most hum- bly beseeching your Maiestie to thinke of our answere. Hen.4. Stand aside vntill we haue further deliberated on your answere. Exit Maior. Hen.4. Ah Harry, Harry, now thrice accursed Harry, That hath gotten a sonne, which with greefe Will end his fathers dayes. Oh my sonne, a Prince thou art, I a Prince indeed, And to deserue imprisonment, And well haue they done, and like faithfull subiects: Discharge them and let them go. L. Exe. I beseech your Grace, be good to my Lord the yong Prince. Hen.4. Nay, nay, tis no matter, let him alone. L.Oxf. Perchance the Maior and the Sheriffe haue bene too precise in this matter. Hen.4. No: they haue done like faithfull subiects: I will go my selfe to discharge them, and let them go. Exit omnes. Enter Lord chiefe Iustice, Clarke of the Office, Iayler, Iohn Cobler, Dericke, and the Theefe. B2 Iudge. The famous victories Iudge. Iayler bring the prisoner to the barre. Der. Heare you my Lord, I pray you bring the bar to the prisoner. Iudge. Hold thy hand vp at the barre. Theefe. Here it is my Lord. Iudge. Clearke of the Office, reade his inditement. Clearke. What is thy name? Theefe. My name was knowne before I came here, And shall be when I am gone, I warrant you. Iudge. I, I thinke so, but we will know it better before thou go. Der. Sownes and you do but send to the next Iaile, We are sure to know his name, For this is not the first prison he hath bene in, ile warrant (you. Clearke. What is thy name? Theef. What need you to aske, and haue it in writing. Clearke. Is not thy name Cutbert Cutter? Theefe. What the Diuell need you ask, and know it so well. Cleark. Why then Cutbert Cutter, I indite thee by the name of Cutbert Cutter, for robbing a poore carrier the 20 day of May last past, in the fourteen yeare of the raigne of our soueraigne Lord King Henry the fourth, for setting vpon a poore Carrier vpon Gads hill in Kent, and hauing beaten and wounded the said Carrier, and taken his goods from him. Der. Oh maisters stay there, nay lets neuer belie the man, for he hath not beaten and wounded me also, but hee hath beaten and wounded my packe, and hath taken the great rase of Ginger, that bouncing Besse with the iolly buttocks should haue had, that greeues me most. Iudge. Well, what sayest thou, art thou guiltie, or not guiltie? Theefe. Not guiltie, my Lord. Iudge. By whom wilt thou be tride? Theefe. of Henry the fifth. Theefe. By my Lord the young Prince, or by my selfe whether you will. Enter the young Prince, with Ned and Tom. Hen. 5. Come away my lads, Gogs wounds ye villain, what make you heere? I must goe about my businesse my selfe, and you must stand loytering here. Theefe. Why my Lord, they haue bound me, and will not let me goe. Hen. 5. Haue they bound thee villain, why how now my Lord? Iudge. I am glad to see your grace in good health. Hen. 5. Why my Lord, this is my man, Tis maruell you knew him not long before this, I tell you he is a man of his hands. Theefe. I Gogs wounds that I am, try me who dare Iudge. Your Grace shal finde small credit by acknow ledging him to be your man. Hen. 5. Why my Lord, what hath he done? Iud. And it please your Maiestie, he hath robbed a poore Carrier. Der. Heare you sir, marry it was one Dericke, Goodman Hoblings man of Kent. Hen. 5. What wast you butten-breech? Of my word my Lord, he did it but in iest. Der. Heare you sir, is it your mans qualitie to rob folks in iest? In faith, he shall be hangd in earnest Hen. 5. Well my Lord, what do you meane to do with my man? Iudg. And please your grace, the law must passe on him, According to iustice, then he must be executed. Der. Heare you sir, I pray you, is it your mans quality to rob folkes in iest? In faith he shall be hangd in iest. Hen. 5. Well my Lord, what meane you to do with my man? Iudg. And please your grace the law must passe on him, According to iustice, then he must be executed. B3 Hen. The famous victories Hen. 5. Why then belike you meane to hang my man? Iudge. I am sorrie that it falles out so. Hen. 5. Why my Lord, I pray ye who am I? Iud. And please your Grace, you are my Lord the yong Prince, our King that shall be after the decease of our soue- raigne Lord, King Henry the fourth, whom God graunt long to raigne. Hen. 5. You say true my Lord: And you will hang my man. Iudge. And like your grace, I must needs do iustice. Hen. 5. Tell me my Lord, shall I haue my man? Iudge. I cannot my Lord. Hen. 5. But will you not let him go? Iud. I am sorie that his case is so ill. Hen. 5. Tush, case me no casings, shal I haue my man? Iudge. I cannot, nor I may not my Lord. Hen. 5. Nay, and I shal not say & then I am answered? Iudge. No. Hen. 5. No: then I will haue him. He giueth him a boxe on the eare. Ned. Gogs wounds my Lord, shal I cut off his head? Hen. 5. No, I charge you draw not your swords, But get you hence, prouide a noyse of Musitians, Away, be gone. Exeunt the Theefe. Iudge. Well my Lord, I am content to take it at your hands. Hen. 5. Nay and you be not, you shall haue more. Iudge. Why I pray you my Lord, who am I? Hen. 5. You, who knowes not you? Why man, you are Lord chiefe Iustice of England. Iudge. Your Grace hath said truth, therfore in striking me in this place, you greatly abuse me, and not me onely, but also your father: whose liuely person here in this place I doo represent. And therefore to teach you what preroga- tiues. of Henry the fifth. tiues meane, I commit you to the Fleete, vntill we haue spoken with your father. Hen. 5. Why then belike you meane to send me to the Fleete? Iudge. I indeed, and therefore carry him away. Exeunt Hen. 5 with the Officers. Iudge. Iayler, carry the prisoner to Newgate againe, vntil the next Sises. Iay. At your commandement my Lord, it shalbe done. Enter Dericke and Iohn Cobler. Der. Sownds maisters, heres adoo, When Princes must go to prison: Why Iohn, didst euer see the like? Iohn. O Dericke, trust me, I neuer saw the like. Der. Why Iohn thou maist see what princes be in chol-(ler, A Iudge a boxe on the eare, Ile tel thee Iohn, O Iohn, I would not haue done it for twentie shillings. Iohn. No nor I, there had bene no way but one with (vs, We should haue bene hangde. Der. Faith Iohn, Ile tel thee what, thou shalt be my Lord chiefe Iustice, and thou shalt sit in the chaire, And ile be the yong prince, and hit thee a boxe on the eare, And then thou shalt say, to teach you what prerogatiues Meane, I commit you to the Fleete. Iohn. Come on, Ile be your Iudge, But thou shalt not hit me hard. Der. No, no. Iohn. What hath he done? Der. Marry he hath robd Dericke. Iohn. Why then I cannot let him go. Der. I must needs haue my man. Iohn. You shall not haue him. Der. Shall I not haue my man, say no and you dare: How say you, shall I not haue my man? Iohn. No marry shall you not. Der. The famous victories Der. Shall I not Iohn? Iohn. No Dericke. Der. Why then take you that till more come, Sownes shall I not haue him? Iohn. Well I am content to take this at your hand, But I pray you, who am I? Der. Who art thou, Sownds, doost not know thy self? Iohn. No. Der. Now away simple fellow, Why man, thou art Iohn the Cobler. Iohn. No, I am my Lord chiefe Iustice of England. Der. Oh Iohn, Masse thou saist true, thou art indeed. Iohn. Why then to teach you what prerogatiues mean I commit you to the Fleete. Der. Wel I will go, but yfaith you gray beard knaue, (Ile course you. Exit. And straight enters again. Oh Iohn, Come, come out of thy chair, why what a clown weart thou, to let me hit thee a box on the eare, and now thou seest they will not take me to the Fleete, I thinke that thou art one of these Worenday Clownes. Iohn. But I maruell what will become of thee? Der. Faith ile be no more a Carrier. Iohn. What wilt thou doo then? Der. Ile dwell with thee and be a Cobler. Iohn. With me, alasse I am not able to keepe thee, Why thou wilt eate me out of doores. Der. Oh Iohn, no Iohn, I am none of these great slou- ching fellowes, that deuoure these great peeces of beefe and brewes, alasse a trifle serues me, a Woodcocke, a Chicken, or a Capons legge, or any such little thing serues me. Iohn. a Capon, why man, I cannot get a Capon once a yeare, except it be at Christmas, at some other mans house, for we Coblers be glad of a dish of rootes. Der. Rootes, why are you so good at rooting? Nay Cobler, weele haue you ringde. Iohn. of Henry the fifth. Iohn. But Dericke, though we be so poore, Yet wil we haue in store a crab in the fire, With nut-browne Ale, that is full stale, Which wil a man quaile, and laie in the mire. Der. A bots on you, and be but for your Ale, Ile dwel with you, come lets away as fast as we can. Exeunt. Enter the yoong Prince, with Ned and Tom. Hen.5. Come away sirs, Gogs wounds Ned, Didst thou not see what a boxe on the eare I tooke my Lord chiefe Iustice? Tom. By gogs blood it did me good to see it, It made his teeth iarre in his head. Enter sir Iohn Old-Castle. Hen.5. How now sir Iohn Old-Castle, What newes with you? Ioh. Old. I am glad to see your grace at libertie, I was come I, to visit you in prison. Hen.5. To visit me, didst thou not know that I am a Princes son, why tis inough for me to looke into a prison, though I come not in my selfe, but heres such adoo now a- dayes, heres prisoning, heres hanging, whipping, and the diuel and all, but I tel you sirs, when I am King, we will haue no such things, but my lads, if the old king my father were dead, we would be all kings. Ioh. Old. Hee is a good olde man, God take him to his mercy the sooner. Hen.5. But Ned, so soone as I am King, the first thing I wil do, shal be to put my Lord chief Justice out of office, And thou shalt be my Lord chiefe Justice of England. Ned. Shall I be Lord chiefe Justice? By gogs wounds, ile be the brauest Lord chiefe Justice That euer was in England. Hen.5. Then Ned, ile turne all these prisons into fence Schooles, and I will endue thee withthem, with landes to C main- The famous victories maintaine them withall: then I wil haue a bout with my Lord chiefe Justice, thou shalt hang none but picke purses and horse stealers, and such base minded villaines, but that fellow that will stand by the high way side couragiously with his sword and buckler and take a purse, that fellow giue him commendations, beside that, send him to me and I will giue him an anuall pension out of my Exchequer, to maintaine him all the dayes of his life. Ioh. Nobly spoken Harry, we shall neuer haue a mery world til the old king be dead. Ned. But whither are ye going now? Hen.5. To the Court, for I heare say, my father lies ve- rie sicke. Tom. But I doubt he wil not die. Hen.5. Yet will I goe thither, for the breath shal be no sooner out of his mouth, but I wil clap the Crowne on my head. Iockey. Wil you goe to the Court with that cloake so full of needles? Hen.5. Cloake, ilat-holes, needles, and all was of mine owne deuising, and therefore I wil weare it. Tom. I pray you my Lord, what may be the meaning thereof? Hen.5. Why man, tis a signe that I stand vpon thorns, til the Crowne be on my head. Ioc. Or that euery needle might be a prick to their harts that repine at your doings. Hen.5. Thou saist true Iockey, but thers some wil say, the yoong Prince will be a well-toward yoong man and all this geare, that I had as leeue they would breake my head with a pot, as to say any such thing, but we stand prating here toolong, I must needs speake with my father, therefore come away. Porter. What a rapping keep you at the Kings Court gate? Hen.5. of Henry the fifth. Hen.5. Heres one that must speake with the King. Por. The King is verie sick, and none must speak with him. Hen.5. No you rascall, do you not know me? Por. You are my Lord the yong Prince. Hen.5. Then goe and tell my father, that I must and will speake with him. Ned. Shall I cut off his head? Hen.5. No, no, though I would helpe you in other pla- ces, yet I haue nothing to doo here, what you are in my fa- thers Court. Ned. I will write him in my Tables, for so soone as I am made Lorde chiefe Iustice, I wil put him out of his Of- fice. The Trumpet sounds. Hen.5. Gogs wounds sirs, the King comes, Lets all stand aside. Enter the King, with the Lord of Exeter. Hen.4. And is it true my Lord, that my sonne is alrea- die sent to the Fleete? now truly that man is more fitter to rule the Realme then I, for by no meanes could I rule my sonne, and he by one word hath caused him to be ruled. Oh my sonne, my sonne, no sooner out of one prison, but into an other, I had thought once whiles I had liued, to haue seene this noble Realme of England flourish by thee my sonne, but now I see it goes to ruin and decaie. He wepeth. Enters Lord of Oxford. Ox. And please your grace, here is my Lord your sonne, That commeth to speake with you, He saith, he must and wil speake with you. Hen.4. Who my sonne Harry? Oxf. I and please your Maiestie. Hen.4. I know wherefore he commeth, But looke that none come with him. C2 Oxf. The famous victories Oxf. A verie disordered company, and such as make Uerie ill rule in your Maiesties house. Hen.4. Well let him come, but looke that none come with him. He goeth. Oxf. And please your grace, My Lord the King, sends for you. Hen.5. Come away sirs, lets go all togither. Oxf. And please your grace, none must go with you. Hen.5. Why I must needs haue them with me, Otherwise I can do my father no countenance, Therefore come away. Oxf. The King your father commaunds There should none come. Hen.5. Well sirs then be gone, And prouide me three Noyse of Musitians. Exeunt knights. Enters the Prince with a dagger in his hand. Hen.4. Come my sonne, come on a Gods name, I know wherefore thy comming is, Oh my sonne, my sonne, what cause hath euer bene, That thou shouldst forsake me, and follow this vilde and Reprobate company, which abuseth youth so manifestly: Oh my sonne, thou knowest that these thy doings Wil end thy fathers dayes. He weepes. I so, so, my sonne, thou fearest not to approach the presence of thy sick father, in that disguised sort, I tel thee my sonne, that there is neuer a needle in thy cloke, but it is a prick to my heart, & neuer an ilat-hole, but it is a hole to my soule: and wherefore thou bringest that dagger in thy hande I know not, but by coniecture. He weepes. Hen.5. My cõscience conscience accuseth me, most soueraign Lord, and welbeloued father, to answere first to the last point, That of Henry the fifth. That is, whereas you coniecture that this hand and this dagger shall be armde against your life: no, know my be- loued father, far be the thoughts of your sonne, sonne said I, an vnworthie sonne for so good a father: but farre be the thoughts of any such pretended mischiefe: and I most hum- bly render it to your Maiesties hand, and liue my Lord and soueraigne foreuer: and with your dagger arme show like vengeance vpon the bodie of that your sonne, I was about say and dare not, ah woe is me therefore, that your wilde slaue, tis not the Crowne that I come for, sweete father, because I am vnworthie, and those vilde & reprobate com- pany I abandon, & vtterly abolish their company for euer. Pardon sweete father, pardon: the least thing and most de- sire: and this ruffianly cloake, I here teare from my backe, and sacrifice it to the diuel, which is maister of al mischiefe: Pardõ Pardon me, sweet father, pardon me: good my Lord of Exe- ter speak for me: pardon me, pardõ pardon good father, not a word: ah he wil not speak one word: A Harry, now thrice vnhap- pie Harry. But what shal I do: I wil go take me into some solitarie place, and there lament my sinfull life, and when I haue done, I wil laie me down and die. Exit. Hen.4. Call him again, call my sonne againe. Hen.5. And doth my father call me again? now Harry, Happie be the time that thy father calleth thee againe. Hen.4. Stand vp my son, and do not think thy father, But at the request of thee my sonne, I wil pardon thee, And God blesse thee, and make thee his seruant. Hen.5. Thanks good my Lord, & no doubt but this day, Euen this day, I am borne new againe. Hen.4. Come my son and Lords take me by the hands. Exeunt omnes. Enter Dericke. Der. Thou art a stinking whore, & a whorson stinking (whore, Doest thinke ile take it at thy hands? C3 Enter The famous victories Enter Iohn Cobler running. Iohn. Derick, D. D. Hearesta, Do D. neuer while thou liuest vse that, Why what wil my neighbors say, and thou go away so? Der. Shees a narrant whore, and Ile haue the lawe on you Iohn. Iohn. Why what hath she done? Der. Marry marke thou Iohn. I wil proue it that I wil. Iohn. What wilt thou proue? Der. That she cald me in to dinner. Iohn, marke the tale wel Iohn, and when I was set, She brought me a dish of rootes, and apeece of barrel butter therein: and she is a verie knaue, And thou a drab it thou take her part. Iohn. Hearesta Dericke, is this the matter? Nay, and it be no worse, we wil go home againe, And all shall be amended. Der. Oh Iohn, hearesta Iohn, is all well? Iohn. I, all is wel. Der. Then ile go home before, and breake all the glasse windowes. Enter the King with his Lords. Hen.4. Come my Lords, I see it bootes me not to take any physick, for all the Phisitians in the world cannot cure me, no not one. But good my Lords, remember my last wil and Testament concerning my sonne, for truly my Lordes, I doo not thinke but he wil proue as valiant and victorious a King, as euer raigned in England. Both. Let heauen and earth be witnesse betweene vs, if we accomplish not thy wil to the vttermost. Hen.4. I giue you most vnfained thãks thanks , good my lords, Draw the Curtaines and depart my chamber a while, And cause some Musicke to rocke me a sleepe. (Exeunt Lords. He sleepeth. Enter of Henry the fifth. Enter the Prince. Hen.5. Ah Harry, thrice vnhappie, that hath neglect so long from visiting of thy sicke father, I wil goe, nay but why doo I not go to the Chamber of my sick father, to com- fort the melancholy soule of his bodie, his soule said I, here is his bodie indeed, but his soule is, whereas it needs no bo- die. Now thrice accursed Harry, that hath offended thy fa- ther so much, and could not I craue pardon for all. Oh my dying father, curst be the day wherin I was borne, and ac- cursed be the houre wherin I was begotten, but what shal I do? if weeping teares which come too late, may suffice the negligence neglected to some, I wil weepe day and night vntil the fountaine be drie with weeping. Exit. Enter Lord of Exeter and Oxford. Exe. Come easily my Lord, for waking of the King. Hen.4. Now my Lords. Oxf. How doth your Grace feele your selfe? Hen.4. Somewhat better after my sleepe, But good my Lords take off my Crowne, Remoue my chaire a litle backe, and set me right. Ambo. And please your grace, the crown is takẽ taken away. Hen.4. The Crowne taken away, Good my Lord of Oxford, go see who hath done this deed: No doubt tis some vilde traitor that hath done it, To depriue my sonne, they that would do it now, Would seeke to scrape and scrawle for it after my death. Enter Lord of Oxford with the Prince. Oxf. Here and please your Grace, Is my Lord the yong Prince withthe Crowne. Hen.4. Why how now my sonne? I had thought the last time I had you in schooling, I had giuen you a lesson for all, And do you now begin againe? Why tel me my sonne, Doest The famous victories Doest thou thinke the time so long, That thou wouldest haue it before the Breath be out of my mouth? Hen.5. Most soueraign Lord, and welbeloued father, I came into your Chamber to comfort the melancholy Soule of your bodie, and finding you at that time Past all recouerie, and dead to my thinking, God is my witnesse: and what should I doo, But with weeping tears lament ye the death of you my father, And after that, seeing the Crowne, I tooke it: And tel me my father, who might better take it then I, After your death? but seeing you liue, I most humbly render it into your Maiesties hands, And the happiest man aliue, that my father liue: And liue my Lord and Father, for euer. Hen.4. Stand vp my sonne, Thine answere hath sounded wel in mine eares, For I must need confesse that I was in a very sound sleep, And altogither vnmindful of thy comming: But come neare my sonne, And let me put thee in possession whilst I liue, That none depriue thee of it after my death. Hen.5. Well may I take it at your maiesties hands, But it shal neuer touch my head, so lõg long as my father liues. He taketh the Crowne. Hen.4. God giue thee ioy my sonne, God blesse thee and make thee his seruant, And send thee a prosperous raigne. For God knowes my sonne, how hardly I came by it, And how hardly I haue maintained it. Hen.5. Howsoeuer you came by it, I know not, But now I haue it from you, and from you I wil keepe it: And he that seekes to take the Crowne from my head, Let him looke that his armour be thicker then mine, Or I will pearce him to the heart, Were of Henry the fifth. Were it harder then brasse or bollion. Hen.4. Nobly spoken, and like a King. Now trust me my Lords, I feare not but my sonne Will be as warlike and victorious a Prince, As euer raigned in England. L.Ambo. His former life shewes no lesse. Hen.4. Wel my lords, I know not whether it be for sleep, Or drawing neare of drowsie summer of death, But I am verie much giuen to sleepe, Therefore good my Lords and my sonne, Draw the Curtains, depart my Chamber, And cause some Musicke to rocke me a sleepe. Exeunt omnes. The King dieth. Enter the Theefe. Theefe Ah God, I am now much like to a Bird Which hath escaped out of the Cage, For so soone as my Lord chiefe stustice heard That the old King was dead, he was glad to let me go, For feare of my Lord the yong Prince: But here comes some of his companions, I wil see and I can get any thing of them, For old acquaintance. Enter Knights raunging. Tom. Gogs wounds, the King is dead. Ioc. Dead, then gogs blood, we shall be all kings. Ned. Gogs wounds, I shall be Lord chiefe Iustice Of England. Tom. Why how, are you broken out of prison? Ned. Gogs wounds, how the villaine stinkes. Ioc. Why what wil become of thee now? Fie vpon him, how the rascall stinkes. Theef. Marry I wil go and serue my maister againe. Tom. Gogs blood, doost think that he wil haue any such Scab’d knaue as thou art? what man he is a king now. D Ned. The famous victories Ned. Hold thee, heres a couple of Angels for thee, And get thee gone, for the King wil not be long Before he come this way: And hereafter, I wil tel the king of thee. Exit Theefe. Ioc. Oh how it did me good, to see the king When he was crowned: Me thought his seate was like the figure of heauen, And his person like vnto a God. Ned. But who would haue thought, That the king would haue changde his countenance so? Ioc. Did you not see with what grace He sent his embassage into France to tel the French king That Harry of England hath sent for the Crowne, And Harry of England wil haue it. Tom. But twas but a litle to make the people beleeue, That he was sorie for his fathers death. The Trumpet sounds. Ned. Gogs wounds, the king comes, Lets all stand aside. Enter the King with the Archbishop, and the Lord of Oxford. Ioc. How do you my Lord? Ned. How now Harry? Tut my Lord, put away these dumpes, You are a king, and all the realm is yours: What man, do you not remember the old ayings, Hen.5. I prethee Ned, mend thy maners, And be more modester in thy tearmes, Fo my vnfeined grfe is not to be ruled by thy attering And of Henry the fifth. And diembling talke, thou i I am changed, Ioc. Gogs wounds how like you this?