Come away, sirs. Gog's wounds, Ned, 485didst thou not see what a box on the ear 486I took my Lord Chief Justice?

By Gog's blood, it did me good to see it. 488It made his teeth jar in his head.

How now, Sir John Oldcastle. 491What news with you?

I am glad to see your grace at liberty. 493I was come, I, to visit you in prison.

To visit me! Didst thou not know that I am a 495prince's son? Why, 'tis enough for me to look into a prison, 496though I come not in myself. But here's such ado nowa497days, here's prisoning, here's hanging, whipping, and the 498devil and all! But I tell you, sirs, when I am king we will 499have no such things. But, my lads, if the old king my father 500were dead, we would be all kings.

He is a good old man. God take him to His mercy the sooner.

But, Ned, so soon as I am king, the first thing 503I will do shall be to put my Lord Chief Justice out of office, 504and thou shalt be my lord chief justice of England.

Shall I be lord chief justice? 506By Gog's wounds, I'll be the bravest lord chief justice 507that ever was in England!

Then, Ned, I'll turn all these prisons into fence 509schools, and I will endow thee with them, with lands to 510maintain them withal. Then I will have a bout with my 511Lord Chief Justice! Thou shalt hang none but pick-purses 512and horse-stealers, and such base-minded villains. But that 513fellow that will stand by the highway side courageously 514with his sword and buckler and take a purse, that fellow 515give him commendations; besides that, send him to me and 516I will give him an annual pension out of my exchequer to 517maintain him all the days of his life.

Nobly spoken, Harry! We shall never have a merry 519world 'til the old king be dead.

But whither are ye going now?

To the court, for I hear say my father lies ve522ry sick.

But I doubt he will not die.

Yet will I go thither, for the breath shall be no 525sooner out of his mouth but I will clap the crown on my 526head.

Will you go to the court with that cloak, so 528full of needles?

Cloak, eyelet-holes, needles, and all was of mine 530own devising, and therefore I will wear it.

I pray you, my lord, what may be the meaning 532thereof?

Why, man, 'tis a sign that I stand upon thorns 534'til the crown be on my head.

Or that every needle might be a prick to their hearts 536that repine at your doings.

Thou say'st true, Jockey. But there's some will say, 538the young prince will be a well-toward young man, and all 539this gear, that I had as lief they would break my head 540with a pot as to say any such thing. But we stand prating 541here too long. I must needs speak with my father; therefore 542come away.

What a rapping keep you at the king's court 544gate?

Here's one that must speak with the king.

The king is very sick, and none must speak with 547him.

No, you rascal? Do you not know me?

You are my lord the young prince.

Then go and tell my father that I must and 551will speak with him.

Shall I cut off his head?

No, no. Though I would help you in other pla554ces, yet I have nothing to do here. What, you are in my fa555ther's court!

I will write him in my tables, for so soon as I 557am made lord chief justice, I will put him out of his of558fice.

Gog's wounds, sirs, the king comes. 561Let's all stand aside.

And is it true, my lord, that my son is alrea564dy sent to the Fleet? Now truly that man is more fitter to 565rule the realm than I, for by no means could I rule my 566son, and he by one word hath caused him to be ruled. O 567 my son, my son, no sooner out of one prison but into an568other! I had thought, once, while I had lived to have seen 569this noble realm of England flourish by thee, my son, 570but now I see it goes to ruin and decay.

An please your grace, here is my lord your son, 574that cometh to speak with you. 575He sayeth he must and will speak with you.

Who, my son Harry?

Ay, an please your majesty.

I know wherefore he cometh, 579but look that none come with him.

A very disordered company, and such as make 581very ill rule in your majesty's house.

Well, let him come, 583but look that none come with him.

An please your grace, 586my lord the king sends for you.

Come away, sirs. Let's go all together.

An please your grace, none must go with you.

Why, I must needs have them with me. 590Otherwise I can do my father no countenance. 591Therefore, come away.

The king your father commands 593there should none come.

Well, sirs, then be gone, 595and provide me three noise of musicians.

Come, my son, come on in God's name! 599I know wherefore thy coming is. 600O my son, my son, what cause hath ever been, 601that thou shouldst forsake me and follow this vile and 602reprobate company which abuseth youth so manifestly? 603O my son, thou knowest that these thy doings 604will end thy father's days. 605He weeps.

606Ay, so, so, my son, thou fearest not to approach the presence 607of thy sick father in that disguised sort. I tell thee, my son, 608that there is never a needle in thy cloak but it is a prick to 609my heart, and never an eyelet-hole but it is a hole to my soul, 610and wherefore thou bringest that dagger in thy hand I 611know not but by conjecture.

[Aside] My conscience accuseth me. [To Henry IV] Most sovereign lord 614and well-beloved father, to answer first to the last point. 615That is, whereas you conjecture that this hand and this 616dagger shall be armed against your life, no, know, my be617loved father, far be the thoughts of your son â€"- "son," said 618I? An unworthy son for so good a father -- but far be the 619thoughts of any such pretended mischief, and I most hum620bly render it to your majesty's hand.[Prince Henry gives Henry IV the dagger.] And live, my lord and 621sovereign, forever and with your dagger arm show like 622vengeance upon the body of that â€" "your son," I was about 623to say and dare not, ah woe is me! -- therefore, that your wild 624slave. 'Tis not the crown that I come for, sweet father, 625because I am unworthy, and those vile and reprobate 626companions I abandon and utterly abolish their company forever. 627Pardon, sweet father, pardon: the least thing and most 628desired. And this ruffianly cloak I here tear from my back 629and sacrifice it to the devil, which is master of all mischief. 630Pardon me, sweet father, pardon me. Good my lord of Exe631ter, speak for me. Pardon me, pardon, good father. Not a word? 632Ah, he will not speak one word. Ah, Harry, now thrice unhap633py Harry! But what shall I do? I will go take me into some 634solitary place and there lament my sinful life, and when 635I have done I will lay me down and die.

Call him again. Call my son again.

And doth my father call me again? Now, Harry, 639happy be the time that thy father calleth thee again.

Stand up, my son, and do not think thy father 641but at the request of thee, my son, I will pardon thee. 642And God bless thee and make thee his servant.

Thanks, good my lord, and no doubt but this day, 644even this day, I am born new again.

Come, my son and lords, take me by the hands.