THE FAMOVS VICTORIES of HENRY THE FIFTH
CONTAINING THE HONOURABLE BATTELL OF AGIN-COURT: AS IT
WAS PLAIDE BY THE QUEENES MAIESTIES PLAYERS
LONDON: Printed by Thomas Creede, 1598<1> (anonymous)

Original Spelling
Transcribed by BF.


Words discussed in the glossary are underlined.
Run-ons (closing open ends) are indicated by ~~~

PERSONS OF THE PLAY <2>

The English Court, Officials:
Henry 5, Prince Henry
Henry 4, King Henry IV
York, Duke of York
Oxford, Earl of Oxford <3>
Exeter, Earl of Exeter
Archbishop, Archbishop of Canterbury
Secretary, Secretary to King Henry V
Mayor, Lord Mayor of London
Justice, Lord Chief Justice
Clerk, Clerk of the Office
Jailor, Jayler
Receivers, Two Receivers
Sheriff of London

English Citizens:
Knavish friends of Prince Henry
   Ned
   Tom
   Jockey (Sir John Old-castle)
   Theefe, a Thief (Cuthbert Cutter)
Dericke
J. Cobler, John Cobler
Wife, Wife of John Cobler
Robin, Robbin Pewterer
Lawrence, Lawrence Costermonger
Boy, A Vintner's Boy
Soldier, an English Soldier

The French Court, Officials, Military:
Charles, King of France
Katharine, Princess of France
Dolphin, French Prince (Dauphin)
Archbishop, Archbishop of Burges
Burgundy, Duke of Burgondie
Constable, Lord High Constable of France
Messenger, Herald
French Soldiers:
    Frenchman, 1 Soldier, 2 Soldier, 3 Soldier
    Drummer, Jack Drummer
    Captain, a French Captain
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1. This play is known to haue been written before 1588, as an extant cast list shows that Richard Tarlton (Queenes Majesties Players), who died in 1588, played the part of "Dericke." See Appendix IV.

2. Cast list has been made uniform, as shown, and lines accordingly assigned within the text.

3. Proponents of the Oxfordian authorship theory note with unquiet satisfaction the unhistoric depiction of the Earl of Oxford as a primary counselor and valiant warrior in this play. In the Shakespeare plays his role was eliminated and his functions and lines assigned to other characters.

CONTENTS

The Famous Victories of Henry the fifth
   Scenes 1-7: Corresponding to actions in Henry IV, Part I
   Scenes 8-(part of) 9: Corresponding to actions in Henry IV, Part II
   Scenes (part of) 9-20: Corresponding to actions in Henry V
Appendix I
   Glossary
   Length
   Sources
   Suggested Reading
Appendix II: Connections
Appendix III: Vocabulary, Word Formation
Appendix IV: Anecdote from Tarltons Jests


Scene 1
[Enter the yoong Prince, with Ned and Tom.]

HENRY 5: Come away Ned and Tom.

NED and TOM: Here my Lord.

HENRY 5: Come away my Lads:
Tell me sirs, how much gold haue you got?

NED: Faith my Lord, I haue got fiue hundred pound.

HENRY 5: But tell me Tom, how much hast thou got?

TOM: Faith my Lord, some foure hundred pound.

HENRY 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? ... [10]

NED: Why no my Lord, it was but a tricke of youth.

HENRY 5: Faith Ned thou sayest true.
But tell me sirs, whereabouts are we?

TOM: My Lord, we are now about a mile off London.

HENRY 5: But sirs, I maruell that sir John Old-castle
Comes not away: Sounds, see where he comes. [Enter Jockey i.e. Old-castle]
How now Jockey, what newes with thee?

JOCKEY: Faith my Lord, such newes as passeth,
For the Towne of Detfort is risen,
With hue and crie after your man, ... [20]
Which parted from vs the last night,
And has set vpon, and hath robd a poore Carrier.

HENRY 5: Sownes, the vilaine that was wont to spie
Out our booties.
JOCKEY: I my Lord, euen the very same.
HENRY 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 Jockey, wherabout be the Receiuers?

JOCKEY: Faith my Lord, they are hard by,
But the best is, we are a horse backe and they be a foote, ... [30]
So we may escape them.

HENRY 5: Wel, I[f] the vilaines come, let me alone with them.
But tel me Jockey, 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 month.

JOCKEY: Faith my Lord, I haue got a hundred pound.

HENRY 5: A hundred pound, now brauely spoken Jockey:
But come sirs, laie al your money before me.
Now by heauen here is a braue shewe: ... [40]
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]

1 RECEIVER: 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?

HENRY 5: How now you vilaines, what are you?

1 RECEIVER:. Speake you to him.

2 RECEIVER: No I pray, speake you to him.

HENRY 5: Why how now you rascals, why speak you not?

1 RECEIVER: Forsooth we be -- Pray speake you to him.

HENRY 5: Sowns, vilains speak, or ile cut off your heads.

2 RECEIVER: Forsooth he can tel the tale better then I.

1 RECEIVER: Forsooth we be your fathers Receiuers.

HENRY 5: Are you my fathers Receiuers?
Then I hope ye haue brought me some money.

1 RECEIVER: Money, Alas sir we be robd.

HENRY 5: Robd, how many were there of them?

1 RECEIVER: Marry sir, there foure of them:
And one of them had sir John Old-Castles bay Hobbie, ... [60]
And your blacke Nag.

HENRY 5: Gogs wounds, how like you this, Jockey?
Blood, you vilaines: my father robd of his money abroad,
And we robd in our stables!
But tell me, how many were of them?

1 RECEIVER: 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.

HENRY 5: Gogs wounds you lamd them faierly, ... [70]
So that they haue carried away your money.
But come sirs, what shall we do with the vilaines?

BOTH RECEIVERS: I beseech your grace, be good to vs.

NED: I pray you my Lord forgiue them this once.

[HENRY 5:] 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. [Exeunt Receiuers.]
Now sirs, how like you this?
Was not this brauely done?
For now the vilaines dare not speake a word of it, ... [80]
I haue so feared them with words.
Now whither shall we goe?

ALL: Why, my Lord, you know our old hostes
At Feuersham.

HENRY 5: Our hostes at Feuersham, blood what shal we do there?
We haue a thousand pound about vs,
And we shall go to a pettie Ale-house.
No, no: you know the olde Tauerne in Eastcheape,
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. ... [90]

ALL: We are readie to waite vpon your grace.

HENRY 5: Gogs wounds wait, 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.

Scene 2
[Enter John Cobler, Robin Pewterer, Lawrence Costermonger.]

J. COBLER: All is well here, all is well maisters.

ROBIN: How say you neighbour John Cobler?
I thinke it best that my neighbour
Robin Pewterer went to Pudding lane end, ... [100]
And we will watch here at Billingsgate 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.]

LAWRENCE: Neighbour, what newes heare you of the young Prince?

J. COBLER: Marry neighbor, I heare say, he is a toward yoong Prince,
For if he met any by the hie way, ... [110]
He will not let to talke with him.
I dare not call him theefe, but sure he is one of these taking fellowes.L

LAWRENCE: Indeed neighbour I heare say he is as liuely
A young Prince as euer was.

J. COBLER: I, and I heare say, if he vse it long,
His father will cut him off from the Crowne:
But neighbour, say nothing of that.

LAWRENCE: No, no, neighbour, I warrant you.

J. COBLER: Neighbour, me thinkes you begin to sleepe,
If you will, we will sit down, ... [120]
For I thinke it is about midnight.

LAWRENCE:. Marry content neighbour, let vs sleepe. [Enter Dericke rouing.]

DERICKE: Who, who there, who there? [Exit Dericke. Enter Robin.]

ROBIN: O neighbors, what meane you to sleepe,
And such ado in the streetes?

BOTH: How now, neighbor, whats the matter? [Enter Dericke againe.]

DERICKE: Who there, who there, who there?

J. 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. ... [130]

ROBIN. Why I see thou 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.

J. COBLER: 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? ... [140]
Well it is no matter, ile haue the law at his hands.

J. COBLER: Nay I pray you do not take the law of vs.

DERICKE: Well, you are one of his beastly officers.

J. COBLER: I am one of his bad officers.

DERICKE: Why then I charge thee looke to him.

J. COBLER: Nay but heare ye sir, you seeme to be an honest
Fellow, and we are poore men, and now tis night:
And we would be loth to haue any thing adoo,
Therefore I pray thee put it vp.

DERICKE: First, thou saiest true, I am an honest fellow, ... [150]
And a proper hansome fellow too,
And you seeme to be poore men, therfore 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.

DERICKE: Tis a wonderful thing to see how glad the knaue
Is, now I haue forgiuen him.

J. COBLER: Neighbors do ye looke about you. ... [160]
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?

DERICKE: Whoope hollo, now Gads Hill, knowest thou me?

THEEFE: I know thee for an Asse.

DERICKE: And I know thee for a taking fellow,
Upon Gads hill in Kent:
A bots light vpon ye.

THEEFE: The whorson vilaine would be knockt.

DERICKE: Maisters, vilaine, and ye be men stand to him,
And take his weapon from him, let him not passe you. ... [170]

J. COBLER: My friend, what make you abroad now?
It is too late to walke now.

THEEFE: It is not too late for true men to walke.

LAWRENCE: We know thee not to be a true man.

THEEFE: Why, what do you meane to do with me?
Sownes, I am one of the kings liege people.

DERICKE: Heare you sir, are you one of the kings liege people?

THEEFE: I marry am I sir, what say you to it?

DERICKE: Marry sir, I say you are one of the Kings filching people.

J. COBLER: Come, come, lets haue him away. ... [180]

THEEFE: Why what haue I done?

ROBIN: Thou has robd a poore fellow,
And taken away his goods from him.

THEEFE: I neuer sawe him before.

DERICKE: Maisters who comes here? [Enter the Vintners boy.]

BOY: How now good man Cobler?

J. COBLER: How now Robin, what makes thou abroad
At this time of night?

BOY: Marrie I haue been at the Counter,
I can tell such newes as neuer you haue heard the like. ... [190]

J. 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 companions, 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 ... [200]
them untill such time as the Mayor 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 Mayor and the Sheriffe,
but for what cause I know not.

J. COBLER: Here is newes indeede Robert.

LAWRENCE: Marry neighbour, this newes is strange indeede, I
thinke it best neighbour, to rid our hands of this fellowe first. ... [210]

THEEFE: What meane you to doe with me?

J. COBLER: We mean to carry you to the prison, and there
to remaine till the Sessions day.

THEEFE: Then I pray you let me go to the prison where my maister is.

J. COBLER: Nay thou must go to the country prison, to Newgate,
Therefore come away.

THEEFE: I prethie be good to me honest fellow.

DERICKE: I marry will I, ile be verie charitable to thee,
For I will neuer leaue thee, til I see thee on the Gallowes. ... [220]

Scene 3
[Enter Henry the fourth, with the Earle of Exeter and the Lord of Oxford.]

OXFORD: And please your Maiestie, heere is my Lord Mayor
and the Sheriffe of London, to speak with your Maiestie.

HENRY 4: Admit them to our presence. [Enter the Mayor and the Sheriffe.]
Now my good Lord Mayor 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
understand, 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. ... [230]

MAYOR: May it please your Maiestie to giue vs leaue to
tell our tale?

HENRY 4: Or else God forbid, otherwise you might
thinke me an unequall Judge, hauing more affection to my
sonne, then to any rightfull iudgement.

MAYOR Then I do not doubt but we shal rather deserue
commendations at your Maiesties hands, then any anger.

HENRY 4: Go too, say on.

MAYOR: Then if it please your Maiestie, this night betwixt ... [240]
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 ouercome with
wine, I know not, but they drew their swords, 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 watchmen nor any other could stay 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, ... [250]
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 voluntarie will or not,
we cannot tell: and therefore in such a case we knew not what
to do, but for our own safeguard we sent him to ward, where
he wanteth nothing that is fit for his grace, and your Maiesties
sonne. And thus most humbly beseeching your Maiestie to
thinke of our answere.

HENRY 4: Stand aside untill we haue further deliberated on ... [260]
your answere. [Exit Mayor]
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.

EXETER: I beseech your Grace, be good to my Lord the
yong Prince. ... [270]

HENRY 4: Nay, nay, tis no matter, let him alone.

OXFORD: Perchance the Mayor and the Sheriffe haue bene
too precise in this matter.

HENRY 4: No: they haue done like faithfull subiects:
I will go my selfe to discharge them, and let them go. [Exit omnes]

Scene 4
[Enter Lord chiefe Justice, Clarke of the Office, Jayler, John Cobler, Dericke and the Theefe.]

JUSTICE: Jayler bring the prisoner to the barre.

DERICKE: Heare you my Lord, I pray you bring the bar to the
prisoner.

JUSTICE: Hold thy hand vp at the barre.

THEEFE: Here it is my Lord ... [280]

JUSTICE: Clearke of the Office, reade his inditement.

CLEARK What is thy name?

THEEFE: My name was knowne before I came here,
And shall be when I am gone, I warrant you.

JUSTICE: I, I thinke so, but we will know it better before
you go.

DERICKE: Sownes and you do but send to the next Jaile,
We are sure to know his name,
For this is not the first prison he hath bene in, ile warrant you.

CLERK: What is thy name? ... [290]

THEEFE. What need you to ask, and haue it in writing.

CLERK: Is not thy name Cuthbert Cutter?

THEEFE: What the Diuell need you ask, and know it so
well.

CLERK: Why then Cuthbert Cutter, I indite thee by the
name of Cuthbert 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.

DERICKE: O maisters stay there, nay lets neuer belie the man, ... [300]
for he hath not beaten and wounded me also, but he 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.

JUSTICE: Well, what sayest thou, art thou guiltie, or not
guiltie?

THEEFE: Not guiltie, my Lord.

JUSTICE: By whom wilt thou be tride?

THEEFE: By my Lord the young Prince, or by my selfe
whether you will. ... [310]
[Enter the young Prince, with Ned and Tom.]

HENRY 5: Come away my lads, Gogs wounds ye villain,
what makes 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.

HENRY 5: Haue they bound thee villain? why, how now my
Lord?

JUSTICE: I am glad to see your grace in good health.

HENRY 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. ... [320]

THEEFE: I Gogs wounds that I am, try me who dare.

JUSTICE: Your Grace shal finde small credit by acknowledging
him to be your man.

HENRY 5: Why my Lord, what hath he done?

JUSTICE: And it please your Maiestie, he hath robbed a poore
Carrier.

DERICKE: Heare you sir, marry it was one Dericke,
Goodman Hoblings man of Kent.

HENRY 5: What, wast you butten-breech?
Of my word my Lord, he did it but in iest.

DERICKE: Heare you sir, is it your mans qualitie to rob folks in ... [330]
iest? In faith, he shall be hangd in earnest.

HENRY 5: Well my Lord, what do you meane to do with my
man?

JUSTICE: And please your grace, the law must passe on him,
According to iustice, then he must be executed.
      [Bullough: the next 3 lines probably printed in error.]

DERICKE: Heare you sir, I pray you, is it your mans quality
to rob folkes in iest? In faith he shall be hangd in iest.

HENRY 5: Well my Lord, what meane you to do with my man?

JUDGE. And please your grace the law must passe on him,
According to iustice, then he must be executed.

HENRY 5: Why then belike you meane to hang my man? ... [340]

JUSTICE: I am sorrie that it falles out so.

HENRY 5: Why my Lord, I pray ye, who am I?

JUSTICE: And please your Grace, you are my Lord the yong
Prince, our King that shall be after the decease of our
soueraigne Lord, King Henry the fourth, whom God graunt
long to raigne.

HENRY 5: You say true, my Lord:
And you will hang my man?

JUSTICE: And like your grace, I must needs do iustice.

HENRY 5: Tell me my Lord, shall I haue my man?

JUSTICE: I cannot my Lord ... [350]

HENRY 5: But will you not let him go?

JUSTICE: I am sorie that his case is so ill.

HENRY 5: Tush, case me no casings; shal I haue my man?

JUSTICE: I cannot, nor I may not, my Lord.

HENRY 5: Nay, and I shal not say, & then I am answered?

JUSTICE: No.

HENRY 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?

HENRY 5: No, I charge you draw not your swords,
But get you hence, prouide a noyse of Musitians, ... [360]
Away, be gone. [Exit Ned and Tom]

JUSTICE: Well my Lord, I am content to take it at your hands.

HENRY 5: Nay and you be not, you shall haue more.

JUSTICE: Why I pray you my Lord, who am I?

HENRY 5: You, who knowes not you?
Why man, you are Lord chiefe Justice of England.

JUSTICE: 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 prerogatiues
meane, I commit you to the Fleete, untill we haue spoken ... [370]
with your father.

HENRY 5: Why then belike you meane to send me to the Fleete?

JUSTICE: I indeed, and therefore carry him away. [Exeunt Henry 5 with the Officers.]

JUSTICE: Jayler, carry the prisoner to Newgate againe,
until the next sises.

JAYLER: At your commandement my Lord, it shalbe done. [Exent Jayler and Theefe]

Scene 5
[Enter Dericke and John Cobler.]

DERICKE: Sownds maisters, heres adoo,
When Princes must go to prison:
Why John didst euer see the like?

J. COBLER: O Dericke, trust me, I neuer saw the like. ... [380]

DERICKE: Why John thou maist see what princes be in choller.
A Judge a boxe on the eare, Ile tel thee John, O John,
I would not haue done it for twentie shillings.

J. COBLER: No nor I, there had bene no way but one with vs,
We should haue bene hangde.

DERICKE: Faith John, Ile tel thee what, thou shalt be my
Lord chiefe Justice, 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. ... [390]

J. COBLER: Come on, Ile be your Judge,
But thou shalt not hit me hard.

DERICKE: No, no.

J. COBLER: What hath he done?

DERICKE: Marry he hath robd Dericke.

J. COBLER: Why then I cannot let him go.

DERICKE: I must needs haue my man.

J. COBLER: You shall not haue him.

DERICKE: Shall I not haue my man, say no and you dare:
How say you, shall I not haue my man? ... [400]

J. COBLER: No marry shall you not.

DERICKE: Shall I not, John?

J. COBLER: No Dericke.

DERICKE: Why then take you that till more come,
Sownes, shall I not haue him?

J. COBLER: Well I am content to take this at your hand,
But I pray you, who am I?

DERICKE: Who art thou, Sownds, doost not know thy self?

J. COBLER: No.

DERICKE: Now away simple fellow, ... [410]
Why man, thou art John the Cobler.

J. COBLER: No I am my Lord chiefe Justice of England.

DERICKE: Oh John, Masse you saist true, thou art indeed.

J. COBLER: Why then to teach you what prerogatiues mean
I commit you to the Fleete.

DERICKE: Wel I will go, but yfaith you gray beard knaue, Ile course you.
[Exit. And straight enters again.]
Oh John, 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. ... [420]

J. COBLER: But I maruell what will become of thee?

DERICKE: Faith ile be no more a Carrier.

J. COBLER: What wilt thou doo then?

DERICKE: Ile dwell with thee and be a Cobler.

J. COBLER: With me? alasse I am not able to keepe thee,
Why, thou wilt eate me out of doores.

DERICKE: Oh John, no John, I am none of these great slouching
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. ... [430]

J. COBLER: 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.

DERICKE: Rootes, why are you so good at rooting?
Nay, Cobler, weele haue you ringde.

J. COBLER: 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.

DERICKE: A bots on you, and be -- ; but for your Ale, ... [440]
Ile dwel with you, come lets away as fast as we can. [Exeunt.]

Scene 6
[Enter the yoong Prince, with Ned and Tom.]

HENRY 5: Come away, sirs, Gogs wounds Ned,
Didst thou not see what a boxe on the eare
I tooke my Lord chiefe Justice?

TOM: by gogs blood it did me good to see it,
It made his teeth iarre in his head.
[Enter sir John Old-Castle (Jockey).]

HENRY 5: How now sir John Old-Castle,
What newes with you

JOCKEY: I am glad to see your grace at libertie,
I was come, I, to visit you in prison. ... [450]

HENRY 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
adayes, 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.

JOCKEY: Hee is a good olde man, God take him to his
mercy, the sooner.

HENRY 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, ... [460]
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.

HENRY 5: Then Ned, ile turne all these prisons into fence
Schooles, and I will endue thee with them, with landes to
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 ... [470]
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.

JOCKEY: Nobly spoken Harry, we shall neuer haue a mery
world til the old king be dead.

NED: But whither are ye going now?

HENRY 5: To the Court, for I heare say, my father lies verie
sicke.

TOM: But I doubt he wil not die.

HENRY 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 ... [480]
head.

JOCKEY: Wil you goe to the Courte with that cloake so full
of needles?

HENRY 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?

HENRY 5: Why man, tis a signe that I stand vpon thorns, til
the Crowne be on my head.

JOCKEY: Or that euery needle might be a prick to their harts
that repine at your doings. ... [490]

HENRY 5: Thou saist true Jockey, 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 too
long. I must needs speake with my father, therefore come
away.

PORTER: What a rapping keep you at the Kings Court gate?

HENRY 5: Heres one that must speake with the King.

PORTER: The King is verie sick, and none must speak with him.

HENRY 5: No you rascall, do you not know me?

PORTER: You are my Lord the yong Prince. ... [500]

HENRY 5: Then goe and tell my father, that I must and will
speake with him.

NED: Shall I cut off his head?

HENRY 5: No, no, though I would helpe you in other places,
yet I haue nothing to doo here, what you are in my fathers
Court.

NED: I will write him in my Tables, for so soone as I am
made Lord chiefe Justice, I wil put him out of his Office. [The Trumpet sounds.]

HENRY 5: Gogs wounds sirs, the King comes,
Lets all stand aside. [Enter the King, with the Lord of Exeter.]

HENRY 4: And is it true my Lord, that my sonne is alreadie
sent to the Fleete? now truly that man is more fitter to rule ... [510]
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 ruine and decaie. [He wepeth. Enters Lord of Oxford]

OXFORD: 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 ... [520]

HENRY 4: Who? my sonne Harry?

OXFORD: I and please your Maiestie.

HENRY 4: I know wherefore he commeth,
But looke that none come with him.

OXFORD: A verie disordered company, and such as make
Verie ill rule in your Maiesties house.

HENRY 4: Well, let him come,
But looke that none come with him. ... [He goeth.]

OXFORD: And please your grace,
My Lord the King sends for you.

HENRY 5: Come away sirs, lets go all togither.

OXFORD: And please your grace, none must go with you.

HENRY 5: Why I must needs haue them with me,
Otherwise I can do my father no countenance,
Therefore come away.

OXFORD: The King your father commaunds
There should none come.

HENRY 5: Well sirs then be gone,
And prouide me three Noyse of Musitians. [Exeunt knights.]
[Enters the Prince with a dagger in his hand.]

HENRY 4: Come my sonne, come on, a Gods name, ... [540]
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 is a prick to my
heart, & neuer an ilat-hole, but it is a hole to my soule: and ... [550]
wherefore thou bringest that dagger in thy hande I know not,
but by coniecture. [He weeps.]

HENRY 5: My conscience accuseth me, most soueraign Lord,
and welbeloued father, to answere first to the last point, That
is, whereas you coniecture that this hand and this dagger
shall be armde against your life: no, know my beloued father,
far be the thoughts of your sonne, -- sonne said I, an unworthie
sonne for so good a father: but farre be the thoughts
of any such pretended mischiefe: and I must humbly render
it to your Maiesties hand, and liue my Lord and soueraigne
for euer: and with your dagger arme show like vengeance ... [560]
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
unworthie, and those vilde & reprobate company I abandon,
& utterly abolish their company for euer. Pardon sweete
father, pardon: the least thing and most desir'd [desire, Q.]: and this
ruffianly cloake, I here teare from my backe, and sacrifice it
to the diuel, which is maister of al mischiefe: Pardon me,
sweet father, pardon me: good my Lord of Exeter speak for
me: pardon me, pardon good father. Not a word: ah he wil
not speak one word! A[h] Harry, now thrice unhappie Harry! ... [570]
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 downe and die. [Exit.]

HENRY 4: Call him againe, call my sonne againe. [The Prince returns.]

HENRY 5: And doth my father call me again? now Harry,
Happie be the time that thy father calleth thee againe.

HENRY 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.

HENRY 5: Thanks good my Lord, & no doubt but this day, ... [580]
Euen this day, I am borne new againe.

HENRY 4: Come my son and Lords, take me by the hands. [Exeunt omnes.]

Scene 7
[Enter Dericke.]

DERICKE: Thou art a stinking whore, & a whoreson stinking whore,
Doest thinke ile take it at thy hands? [Enter John Cobler running.]

J. COBLER: Dericke, D.D. Hearesta,
Do D. neuer while thou liuest vse that.
Why, what wil my neighbors say, and thou go away so?

DERICKE: Shees an arrant whore, and Ile haue the lawe on you John.

J. COBLER: Why what hath she done? ... [590]

DERICKE: Marry marke thou John.
I wil proue it, that I wil.

J. COBLER: What wilt thou proue?

DERICKE: That she cald me in to dinner.
John, marke the tale wel John, and when I was set,
She brought me a dish of rootes, and a peece of
barrel butter therein: and she is a verie knaue.
And thou a drab if thou take her part.

J. COBLER: Hearesta Dericke, is this the matter?
Nay, and it be no worse, we will go home againe, ... [600]
And all shall be amended.

DERICKE: Oh John, hearesta John, is all well?

J. COBLER: I, all is wel.

DERICKE: Then ile go home before, and breake all the glasse windowes.


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