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.
  C2 Oxf.