of Henry the fifth.
615That is, whereas you conie
cture
that
this hand and
this
616dagger
shall be armde again
st your life: no, know my be=
617loued fa
ther, far be
the
thoughts of your
sonne,
sonne
said
618I, an vnwo
rthie
sonne fo
r so g
ood a fa
ther: but farre be
the
619thoughts of any
such p
retended mi
schiefe: and I mo
st hum=
620bly render it to your Maie
sties hand, and liue my Lo
rd and
621soueraigne fo
reuer: and wi
th your dagger arme
show like
622vengeance vpon
the bodie of
that your
sonne, I was about
623say and dare not, ah woe is me
therefo
re,
that your wilde
624sl}aue, tis not
the Crowne
that I come fo
r,
sw
eete fa
ther,
625becau
se I am vnwo
rthie, and
tho
se vilde & rep
robate com=
626pany I abandon, & vtterly aboli
sh
their company fo
r euer.
627Pardon
sw
eete fa
ther, pardon:
the lea
st thing and mo
st de=
628sire: and
this ru
ffianly cloake, I here teare from my backe,
629and
sacrifice it to
the diuel, which is mai
ster of al mi
schiefe:
630Pardõ me,
sw
eet fa
ther, pardon me: g
ood my Lo
rd of Exe-
631ter
speak fo
r me: pardon me,
pardõ g
ood fa
ther, not a wo
rd:
632ah he wil not
speak one wo
rd: A
Harry, now
thrice vnhap=
633pie
Harry. But what
shal I do: I wil go take me into
some
634solitarie place, and
there lament my
sinfull life, and when
635I haue done, I wil laie me down and die.
637Hen.4. Call him again, call my
sonne againe.
638Hen.5. And do
th my fa
ther call me again? now
Harry,
639Happie be
the time
that
thy fa
ther calle
th thee againe.
640Hen.4. Stand vp my
son, and do not
think
thy fa
ther,
641But at
the reque
st of
thee my
sonne, I wil pardon th
ee,
642And God ble
sse
thee, and make
thee his
seruant.
643Hen.5. Thanks g
ood my Lo
rd, & no doubt but
this day,
644Euen
this day, I am bo
rne new againe.
645Hen.4. Come my
son and Lo
rds take me by
the hands.
648Der. Thou art a
stinking who
re, &a who
rson
stinking
(whore, 649 Doe
st thinke ile take it at
thy hands?
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