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  • Title: Henry V (Quarto 1, 1600)
  • Editor: James Mardock
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-409-7

    Copyright James Mardock. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: James Mardock
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    Henry V (Quarto 1, 1600)

    The Chronicle Historie
    For heare her but examplified by her selfe,
    When all her chiualry hath bene in France
    305And she a mourning widow of her Nobles,
    She hath her selfe not only well defended,
    But taken and impounded as a stray, the king of Scots,
    Whom like a caytiffe she did leade to France,
    310Filling your Chronicles as rich with praise
    As is the owse and bottome of the sea
    With sunken wrack and shiplesse treasurie.
    Lord. There is a saying very old and true,
    If you will France win,
    Then with Scotland first begin:
    315For once the Eagle, England being in pray,
    To his vnfurnish nest the weazel Scot
    Would suck her egs, playing the mouse in absence of the
    To spoyle and hauock more than she can eat.
    320Exe. It followes then, the cat must stay at home,
    Yet that is but a curst necessitie,
    Since we haue trappes to catch the petty theeues:
    Whilste that the armed hand doth fight abroad
    325The aduised head controlles at home:
    For gouernment though high or lowe, being put into parts,
    Congrueth with a mutuall content like musicke.
    330Bi. True: therefore doth heauen diuide the fate of man
    in diuers functions.
    Whereto is added as an ayme or but, obedience:
    For so liue the honey Bees, creatures that by awe
    Ordaine an act of order to a peopeld Kingdome:
    They haue a King and officers of sort,
    Where some like Magistrates correct at home:
    Others like Marchants venture trade abroad:
    340Others like souldiers armed in their stings,
    Make boote vpon the sommers veluet bud:
    Which pillage they with mery march bring home
    To the tent royall of their Emperour,
    Who busied in his maiestie, behold
    345The singing masons building roofes of gold: