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  • Title: The Famous Victories of Henry the Fifth (Quarto, 1598)
  • Editors: Karen Sawyer Marsalek, Mathew Martin
  • Coordinating editor: Janelle Jenstad

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    The Famous Victories of Henry the Fifth (Quarto, 1598)

    of Henry the fifth.
    Enter the Prince.
    685Hen.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=
    690die. 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
    695negligence 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.
    700Hen.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.
    705 Ambo. And please your grace, the crown is takẽ 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,
    710Would 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 with the Crowne.
    Hen.4. Why how now my sonne?
    715I 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