THE FAMOVS VICTORIES of HENRY THE FIFTH
(Section Two - Scenes 8-12)
[Enter the King with his Lords.]
HENRY 4: Come my Lords, I see it bootes me not to take any
phisick, 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 uttermost.
HENRY 4: I giue you the most unfained thanks, good my lords,
Draw the Curtaines and depart my chamber a while,
And cause some Musicke to rocke me a sleepe. [Exit Lords.]
[He sleepeth. Enter the Prince.]
HENRY 5: Ah Harry, thrice unhappie, that hath neglect so
long from visiting of thy sicke father, I will goe. Nay but why
doo I not go to the Chamber of my sick father, to comfort the
melancholy soule of his bodie: his soule said I, here is his ... 
bodie indeed, but his soule is whereas it needs no bodie. Now
thrice accursed Harry, that hath offended thy father so much,
and could not I craue pardon for all. Oh my dying father,
curst be the day wherin I was borne, and accursed be the
houre wherin I was begotten, but what shal I do? if weeping
teares which come too late, may suffice the negligence neglected
too soone, I wil weepe day and night until the
fountaine be drie with weeping. [Exit.]
[Enter Lord of Exeter and Oxford.]
EXETER: Come easily my Lord, for waking of the King.
HENRY 4: Now my Lords.
OXFORD: How doth your Grace feele your selfe?
HENRY 4: Somewhat better after my sleepe,
But good my Lords take off my Crowne,
Remoue my chaire a litle backe, and set me right.
BOTH: And please your grace, the crown is taken away.
HENRY 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.]
OXFORD: Here and please your Grace, ... 
Is my Lord the yong Prince with the Crowne.
HENRY 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 thou thinke the time so long,
that thou wouldest haue it before the
Breath be out of my mouth?
HENRY 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 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.
HENRY 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 unmindful 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.
HENRY 5: Well may I take it at your maiesties hands,
But it shal neuer touch my head, so long as my father liues. ... 
[He taketh the Crowne.]
HENRY 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.
HENRY 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 it harder then brasse or bollion.
HENRY 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.
BOTH LORDS: His former life shewes no lesse.
HENRY 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 Curtaines, depart my Chamber,
And cause some Musicke to rocke me a sleepe. [Exit 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 Justice 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
JOCKEY: Dead, then gogs blood, we shall be all kings.
NED: Gogs wounds, I shall be Lord chiefe Justice
TOM: Why how, are you broken out of prison?
NED: Gogs wounds, how the villaine stinkes.
JOCKEY: Why what will 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 will haue any such ... 
Scab'd knaue as thou art? what man, he is a king now.
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.]
JOCKEY: 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 unto a God.
NED: But who would haue thought, ... 
That the king would haue changde his countenance so?
JOCKEY: 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.]
JOCKEY: How do you do my Lord? ... 
NED: How now Harry?
Tut my Lord, put away these dumpes,
You are a king, and all the realme is yours:
What man, do you not remember the old sayings?
You know I must be Lord chiefe Justice of England,
Trust me my lord, me thinks you are very much changed,
And tis but with a litle sorrowing, to make folkes beleeue
The death of your father greeues you,
And tis nothing so.
HENRY 5: I prethee Ned, mend thy manners, ... 
and be more modester in thy tearmes,
For my unfeined greefe is not to be ruled by thy flattering
And dissembling talke, thou saist I am changed,
So I am indeed, and so must thou be, and that quickly,
Or else I must cause thee to be chaunged.
JOCKEY: Gogs wounds how like you this?
Sownds tis not so sweete as Musicke.
TOM: I trust we haue not offended your grace no way.
HENRY 5: Ah Tom, your former life greeues me,
And makes me to abandon & abolish your company for euer ... 
And therfore not vpon pain of death to approch my presence
By ten miles space; then if I heare wel of you,
It may be I wil do somewhat for you,
Otherwise looke for no more fauour at my hands,
Then at any other mans: And therefore be gone,
We haue other matters to talke on. [Exeunt Knights]
Now my good Lord Archbishop of Canterbury,
What say you to our Embassage into France?
ARCHBISHOP: Your right to the French Crowne of France,
Came by your great grandmother Izabel, ... 
Wife to King Edward the third,
And sister to Charles the French King.
Now if the French king deny it, as likely inough he wil,
Then must you take your sword in hand,
And conquer the right.
Let the vsurped Frenchman know,
Although your predecessors haue let it passe, you wil not:
For your Country men are willing with purse and men,
To aide you.
Then my good Lord, as it hath bene alwaies knowne, ... 
That Scotland hath bene in league with France,
By a sort of pensions which yearly come from thence,
I thinke it therefore best to conquere Scotland,
And then I thinke that you may go more easily into France:
And this is all that I can say, My good Lord.
HENRY 5: I thanke you, my good lord Archibishop of Canterbury,
What say you my good Lord of Oxford?
OXFORD: And please your Maiestie,
I agree to my Lord Archbishop, sauing in this:
He that wil Scotland win, must first with France begin. ... 
According to the old saying.
Therefore my good Lord, I thinke it best first to inuade France,
For in conquering Scotland, you conquer but one,
And conquere France, and conquere both. [Enter Lord of Exeter.]
EXETER: And please your Maiestie,
My Lord Embassador is come out of France.
HENRY 5: Now trust me my Lord,
He was the last man that we talked of,
I am glad that he is come to resolue vs of our answere,
Commit him to our presence. ... 
[Enter Duke of Yorke.]
YORKE: God saue the life of my soueraign Lord the king.
HENRY 5: Now my good Lord the Duke of Yorke,
What newes from our brother the French King?
YORKE: And please your Maiestie,
I deliuered him my Embassage,
Whereof I tooke some deliberation,
But for the answere he hath sent,
My Lord Embassador of Burges, the Duke of Burgony,
Monsieur le Cole, with two hundred and fiftie horsemen,
To bring the Embassage. ... 
HENRY 5: Commit my Lord Archbishop of Burges
Into our presence. [Enter Archibishop of Burges.]
Now my Lord Archbishop of Burges,
We do learne by our Lord Embassador,
That you haue our message to do
From our brother the French King:
Here my good Lord, according to our accustomed order,
We giue you free libertie and license to speake.
ARCHBISHOP: God saue the mightie King of England! ... 
My Lord and maister, the most Christian king,
Charles the seuenth, the great & mightie king of France,
As a most noble and Christian king,
Not minding to shed innocent blood, is rather content
To yeeld somewhat to your unreasonable demaunds,
That if fiftie thousand crownes a yeare with his daughter
The said Ladie Katheren, in marriage,
And some crownes which he may wel spare,
Not hurting of his kingdome,
He is content to yeeld so far to your unreasonable desire. ... 
HENRY 5: Why then belike your Lord and maister,
Thinks to puffe me vp with fifty thousand crowns a yere?
No, tell thy Lord and maister,
That all the crownes in France shall not serue me,
Except the Crowne and kingdome it selfe:
And perchance hereafter I wil haue his daughter.
ARCHBISHOP: And it please your Maiestie,
My Lord Prince Dolphin greets you well,
With this present. [He deliuereth a Tunne of Tennis Balles.]
HENRY 5: What a guilded Tunne? ... 
I pray you my Lord of Yorke, looke what is in it?
YORKE: And it please your Grace,
Here is a Carpet and a Tunne of Tennis balles.
HENRY 5: A Tunne of Tennis balles?
I pray you good my Lord Archbishop,
What might the meaning therof be?
ARCHBISHOP: And it please you my Lord,
A messenger you know, ought to keepe close his message,
And specially an Embassador.
HENRY 5: But I know that you may declare your message ... 
To a king: the law of Armes allowes no lesse.
ARCHBISHOP: My Lord hearing of your wildnesse before your
Fathers death, sent you this my good Lord,
Meaning that you are more fitter for a Tennis Court
Then a field, and more fitter for a Carpet then the Camp.
HENRY 5: My lord prince Dolphin is very pleasant with me:
But tel him, that in steed of balles of leather,
We wil tosse him balles of brasse and yron,
Yea such balles as neuer were tost in France,
The proudest Tennis Court shall rue it, ... 
I, and thou Prince of Burges shall rue it.
ARCHBISHOP: I beseech your grace, to deliuer me your safe
Conduct under your broad seale manual.
Therefore get thee hence, and tel him thy message quickly,
Least I be there before thee: Away, priest, be gone.
HENRY 5: Priest of Burges, know,
That the hand and seale of a King, and his word is all one,
And instead of my hand and seale,
I will bring him my hand and sword:
And tel thy lord & maister, that I Harry of England said it, ... 
And I Harry of England wil performe it.
My Lord of Yorke, deliuer him our safe conduct,
Under our broad seale manual. [Exeunt Archbishop, and the Duke of Yorke.]
Now my Lords, to Armes, to Armes,
For I vow by heauen and earth, that the proudest
French man in all France, shall rue the time that euer
These Tennis balles were sent into England.
My Lord, I wil that there be prouided a great Nauy of ships,
With all speed, at South-Hampton, ... 
For there I meane to ship my men,
For I would be there before him, if it were possible,
Therefore come, but staie,
I had almost forgot the chiefest thing of all, with chafing
With this French Embassador.
Call in my Lord chiefe Justice of England. [Enter Lord chiefe Justice of England.]
EXETER: Here is the King my Lord.
JUSTICE: God preserue your Maiestie.
HENRY 5: Why how now my lord, what is the matter?
JUSTICE: I would it were unknowne to your Maiestie.
HENRY 5: Why what aile[s] you? ... 
JUSTICE: Your Maiestie knoweth my griefe well.
HENRY 5: Oh my Lord, you remember you sent me to the
Fleete, did you not?
JUSTICE: I trust your grace haue forgotten that.
HENRY 5: I truly my Lord, and for reuengement,
I haue chosen you to be my protector ouer my Realme,
Until it shall please God to giue me speedie returne
Out of France.
JUSTICE: And if it please your Maiestie, I am far unworthie
Of so high a dignitie. ... 
HENRY 5: Tut my Lord, you are not unworthie,
Because I thinke you worthie:
For you that would not spare me,
I thinke wil not spare another,
It must needs be so, and therefore come,
Let vs be gone, and get our men in a readinesse. [Exeunt omnes.]
[Enter a Captaine, John Cobler and his wife.]
CAPTAIN:. Come, come, there's no remedie,
Thou must needs serue the King.
J. COBLER: Good maister Captaine let me go,
I am not able to go so farre. ... 
WIFE: I pray you good maister Captaine,
Be good to my husband.
CAPTAIN:. Why I am sure he is not too good to serue the king.
J. COBLER: Alasse no: but a great deale too bad,
Therefore I pray you let me go.
CAPTAIN:. No, no, thou shalt go.
J. COBLER: Oh sir, I haue a great many shooes at home to Cobble.
WIFE: I pray you let him go home againe.
CAPTAIN:. Tush I care not, thou shalt go. ... 
J. COBLER: Oh wife, and you had beene a louing wife to me,
This had not bene, for I haue said many times,
That I would go away, and now I must go
Against my will. [He weepeth. Enters Dericke.]
DERICKE: How now ho, Basillus Manus, for an old codpeece.
Maister Captaine shall we away?
Sownds how now John, what a crying?
What make you and my dame there?
I maruell whose head you will throw the stooles at,
Now we are gone. ... 
WIFE: He tell you, come ye cloghead,
What do you with my potlid? heare you,
Will you haue it rapt about your pate? [She beateth him with her potlid.]
DERICKE: Oh good dame, [Here he shakes her.]
And I had my dagger here, I wold worie you al to peeces,
That I would.
WIFE: Would you so, Ile trie that. [She beateth him.]
DERICKE: Maister Captaine will ye suffer her?
Go too, dame, I will go backe as far as I can,
But and you come againe,
Ile clap the law on your backe thats flat:
Ile tell you maister Captaine what you shall do:
Presse her for a souldier. I warrant you,
She will do as much good as her husband and I too. [Enters the Theefe.]
Sownes, who comes yonder?
CAPTAIN:. How now good fellow, doest thou want a maister?
THEEFE: I truly sir.
CAPTAIN:. Hold thee then, I presse thee for a souldier,
To serue the King in France.
DERICKE: How now Gads, what doest know vs, thinkest? ... 
THEEFE: I, I knew thee long ago.
DERICKE: Heare you maister Captaine?
CAPTAIN:. What saist thou?
DERICKE: I pray you let me go home againe.
CAPTAIN:. Why, what wouldst thou do at home?
DERICKE: Marry I haue brought two shirts with me,
And I would carry one of them home againe,
For I am sure heele steale it from me,
He is such a filching fellow.
CAPTAIN:. I warrant thee he wil not steale it from thee, ... 
Come lets away.
DERICKE: Come maister Captaine lets away,
Come follow me.
J. COBLER: Come wife, lets part louingly.
WIFE: Farewell good husband.
DERICKE: Fie what a kissing and crying is here?
Sownes, do ye thinke he wil neuer come againe?
Why John come away, doest thinke that we are so base
Minded to die among French men?
Sownes, we know not whether they will laie ... 
Us in their Church or no: Come M. Captain, lets away.
CAPTAIN:. I cannot staie no longer, therefore come away. [Exeunt omnes.]
[Enter the King (of France), Prince Dolphin, and Lord high Constable of France.]
KING: Now my Lord high Constable,
What say you to our Embassage into England?
CONSTABLE: And it please your Maiestie, I can say nothing,
Until my Lords Embassadors be come home,
But yet me thinkes your grace hath done well,
To get your men in so good a readinesse,
For feare of the worst.
KING: I my Lord we haue some in a readinesse, ... 
But if the King of England make against vs,
We must haue thrice so many moe.
DOLPHIN: Tut my Lord, although the King of England
Be yoong and wilde headed, yet neuer thinke he will be so
Unwise to make battell against the mightie King of France.
KING: Oh my sonne, although the King of England be
Yoong and wilde headed, yet neuer thinke but he is rulde
By his wise Councellors. [Enter Archbishop of Burges.]
ARCHBISHOP: God saue the life of my soueraign lord the king. ... 
KING: Now good Lord Archbishop of Burges,
What newes from our brother the English King?
ARCHBISHOP: And please your Maiestie,
He is so far from your expectation,
That nothing wil serue him but the Crowne
And kingdome it self, besides, he bad me haste quickly
Least he be there before me, and so far as I heare,
He hath kept promise, for they say, he is alreadie landed
At Kidcocks in Normandie, vpon the Riuer of Sene,
And laid his siege to the Garrison Towne of Harflew. ... 
KING: You haue made great haste in the meane time,
Haue you not?
DOLPHIN: I pray you my Lord, how did the King of England
take my presents?
ARCHB.ISHOP: Truly my Lord, in verie ill part,
For these your balles of leather,
He will tosse you balles of brasse and yron:
Trust me my Lord, I was verie affraide of him,
He is such a hautie and high minded Prince,
He is as fierce as a Lyon. ... 
CONSTABLE: Tush, we wil make him as tame as a Lambe,
I warrant you. [Enters a Messenger.]
MESSENGER: God saue the mightie King of France.
KING: Now Messenger, what newes?
MESSENGER: And it please your Maiestie,
I come from your poore distressed Towne of Harflew.
Which is so beset on euery side,
If your Maiestie do not send present aide,
The Towne will be yeelded to the English King.
KING: Come my Lords, come, shall we stand still ... 
Till our Country be spoyled under our noses?
My Lords, let the Normanes, Brabants, Pickardies,
And Danes, be sent for with all speede:
And you my Lord High Constable, I make Generall
Ouer all my whole Armie.
Monsieur le Colle, Maister of the Bows,
Signior Deuens, and all the rest, at your appointment.
DOLPHIN: I trust your Maiestie will bestow,
Some part of the battell on me,
I hope not to present any otherwise then well. ... 
KING: I tell thee my sonne,
Although I should get the victory, and thou lose thy life,
I should thinke my selfe quite conquered,
and the English men to haue the victorie.
DOLPHIN: Why my Lord and father,
I would haue the pettie king of England to know,
That I dare encounter him in any ground of the world.
KING: I know well my sonne,
But at this time I will haue it thus:
Therefore come away. [Exit omnes.] ... 
Enter Henry the Fifth, with his Lords.]
HENRY 5: Come my Lords of England,
No doubt this good lucke of winning this Towne,
Is a signe of an honourable victorie to come.
But good my Lord, go and speake to the Captaines
With all speed, to number the hoast of the French men,
And by that meanes we may the better know
How to appoint the battell.
YORKE: And it please your Maiestie,
There are many of your men sicke and diseased,
And many of them die for want of victuals. ... 
HENRY 5: And why did you not tell me of it before?
If we cannot haue it for money,
We will haue it by dint of sword,
The lawe of Armes allow no lesse.
OXFORD: I beseech your grace, to graunt me a boone.
HENRY 5: What is that my good Lord?
OXFORD: That your grace would giue me the
Euantgard in the battell.
HENRY 5: Trust me my Lord of Oxford, I cannot:
For I haue alreadie giuen it to my unck[l]e the Duke of York, ... 
Yet I thanke you for your good will. [A Trumpet soundes.]
How now, what is that?
YORKE: I thinke it be some Herald of Armes. [Enters a Herald.]
HERALD: King of England, my Lord high Constable,
And others of the Noble men of France,
Sends me to defie thee, as open enemy to God,
Our Countrey, and vs, and hereupon,
They presently bid thee battell.
HENRY 5: Herald tell them that I defie them,
As open enemies to God, my Countrey, and me, ... 
And as wron[g]full vsurpers of my right:
And whereas thou saist they presently bid me battell,
Tell them that I thinke they know how to please me:
But I pray thee what place hath my lord Prince Dolphin
Here in battell.
HERALD: And it please your grace,
My Lord and King his father,
Will not let him come into the field.
HENRY 5: Why then he doth me great iniurie,
I thought that he & I shuld haue plaid at tennis togither, ... 
Therefore I haue brought tennis balles for him,
But other maner of ones then he sent me.
And Herald, tell my Lord Prince Dolphin,
That I haue iniured my hands with other kind of weapons
Then tennis balles, ere this time a day,
And that he shall finde it ere it be long,
And so adue my friend:
And tell my Lord, that I am readie when he will. [Exit Herald.]
Come my Lords, I care not and I go to our Captaines,
And ile see the number of the French army my selfe. [Exeunt omnes.] ... 
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