Henry V (Quarto 1, 1600)
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Enter the King disguised, to him Pistoll.
¶King. A friend.
Or art thou common, base, and popeler?
1890Pist. As good a gentleman as the Emperour.
¶King. O then thou art better then the King?
¶Pist. The kings a bago, and a hart of gold.
¶Pist. A lad of life, an impe of fame:
Of parents good, of fist most valiant:
1895I love the louely bully. What is thy name?
¶King. Harry le Roy.
Art thou of Cornish crew?
1905Pist. Art thou his friend?
Exit Pistoll.
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Enter Gower and Flewellen.
¶Gour. Captaine Flewellen.
It is the greatest folly in the worell, when the auncient
¶Prerogatiues of the warres be not kept.
1920I warrant you, if you looke into the warres of the Romanes,
¶You shall finde no tittle tattle, nor bible bable there:
¶But you shall finde the cares, and the feares,
And the ceremonies, to be otherwise.
¶Gour. Why the enemy is loud: you heard him all night.
And a prating cocks-come, is it meet that we be also a foole,
¶And a prating cocks-come, in your conscience now?
1931.1
Exit Gower, and Flewellen.
¶Yet theres much care in this.
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Enter three Souldiers.
¶1. Soul. Is not that the morning yonder?
1965Vp to the necke in the middle of the Thames,
And so I would he were, at all aduentures, and I with him.
¶Ere this day ende.
¶Kin. Why fear nothing man, the king is frolike.
¶The Violet smels to him as to vs:
¶2. Sol. But the king hath a heauy reckoning to make,
1985Shall ioyne together at the latter day,
And say I dyed at such a place. Some swearing:
¶Some their wiues rawly left:
¶Some leauing their children poore behind them.
1998.1As Factor into another Countrey,
¶And he by any meanes miscarry,
1995Or if a sonne be imployd by his father,
1995.1And he fall into any leaud action, you may say the father
Was the author of his sonnes damnation.
¶Some there are that haue the gift of premeditated
2010Murder on them:
Others the broken seale of Forgery, in beguiling maydens.
¶Yet they cannot excape Gods punishment.
War is Gods Beadel. War is Gods vengeance:
¶Euery mans seruice is the kings:
But euery mans soule is his owne.
That in so doing, he may be the readier for death:
¶Or not dying, why the time was well spent,
¶Wherein such preparation was made.
2035Euery mans fault on his owne head,
¶I would not haue the king answere for me.
¶Yet I intend to fight lustily for him.
¶But when our throates be cut, he may be ransomde,
And we neuer the wiser.
¶That an elder gun, can do against a cannon,
¶Were it not at this time I could be angry.
¶2. Sol. Why let it be a quarrell if thou wilt.
¶Ile challenge thee, and strike thee.
¶3. Sol. Be friends you fooles,
We haue French quarrels anow in hand:
2071.1We haue no need of English broyles.
¶For to morrow the king himselfe wil be a clipper.
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Exit the Souldiers.
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Enter the King, Gloster, Epingam, and
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Attendants.
¶Take from them now the sence of rekconing,
2143.1May not appall their courage.
¶O not to day, not to day ô God,
2145Thinke on the fault my father made,
¶I Richards bodie haue interred new,
¶And on it hath bestowd more contrite teares,
2150A hundred men haue I in yearly pay,
¶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.
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Enter Gloster.
2160Glost. My Lord.
¶King. My brother Glosters voyce.
¶The day my friends, and all things stayes for me.
