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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: James D. Mardock
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Henry V (Quarto 1, 1600)

The Chronicle Historie
Which euery day their withered hands hold vp
To heauen to pardon blood,
And I haue built two chanceries, more wil I do:
Tho all that I can do, is all too litle.

Enter Gloster.
2160Glost. My Lord.
King. My brother Glosters voyce.
2161.1Glost. My Lord, the Army stayes vpon your presence.
King. Stay Gloster, stay, and I will go with thee,
The day my friends, and all things stayes for me.

Enter Clarence, Gloster, Exeter, and Salisburie.

2237.1War. My Lords the French are very strong.
2245Exe. There is fiue to one, and yet they all are fresh.
War. Of fighting men they haue full fortie thousand.
Sal. The oddes is all too great. Farewell kind Lords:
2250Braue Clarence, and my Lord of Gloster,
My Lord of Warwicke, and to all farewell.
2255Clar. Farewell kind Lord, fight valiantly to day,
And yet in truth, I do thee wrong,
For thou art made on the rrue sparkes of honour.
Enter King.
War. O would we had but ten thousand men
Now at this instant, that doth not worke in England.
King. Whose that, that wishes so, my Cousen Warwick?
Gods will, I would not loose the honour
One man would share from me,
2266.1Not for my Kingdome.
No faith my Cousen, wish not one man more,
Rather proclaime it presently through our campe,
That he that hath no stomacke to this feast,
2280Let him depart, his pasport shall bee drawne,
And crownes for conuoy put into his purse,