of Henry the fifth.
545Hen.5. Heres one
that mu
st speake wi
th the King.
546Por. The King is verie
sick, and none mu
st speak wi
th 548Hen.5. No you ra
scall, do you not know me?
549Por. You are my Lo
rd
the yong P
rince.
550Hen.5. Then goe and tell my fa
ther,
that I mu
stand
552Ned. Shall I cut off his head?
553Hen.5. No, no,
though I would helpe you in o
ther pla=
554ces, yet I haue no
thing to d
oo here, what you are in my fa=
556Ned. I will w
rite him in my Tables, fo
r so
soone as I
557am made Lo
rde chiefe Iu
stice, I wil put him out of his Of=
560Hen.5. Gogs wounds
sirs,
the King comes,
562Enter the King, with the Lord of Exeter. 563Hen.4. And is it true my Lo
rd,
that my
sonne is alrea=
564 die
sent to
the Fl
eete? now truly
that man is more
fitter to
565 rule
the Realme
then I, fo
r by no meanes could I rule my
566 sonne, and he by one wo
rd ha
th cau
sed him to be ruled. Oh
567 my
sonne, my
sonne, no
sooner out of one p
ri
son, but into an
568 o
ther, I had
thought once whiles I had liued, to haue
seene
569 this noble Realme of England
flouri
sh by
thee my
sonne,
570 but now I
see it goes to ruin and decaie.
572Enters Lord of Oxford. 573Ox. And plea
se your grace, here is my Lo
rd your
sonne,
574That comme
th to
speake wi
th you,
575he
sai
th, he mu
st and wil
speake wi
th you.
576Hen.4. Who my
sonne
Harry?
577Oxf. I and plea
se your Maie
stie.
578Hen.4. I know wherefo
re he comme
th,
579But l
ooke
that none come wi
th him.
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