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  • Title: The Famous Victories of Henry the Fifth (Quarto, 1598)
  • Editors: Karen Sawyer Marsalek, Mathew Martin
  • Coordinating editor: Janelle Jenstad

    • Copyright Queen's Men Editions. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: Anonymous
    Editors: Karen Sawyer Marsalek, Mathew Martin
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    The Famous Victories of Henry the Fifth (Quarto, 1598)

    The famous victories
    650Enter Iohn Cobler running.
    Iohn. Derick, D. D. Hearesta,
    Do D. neuer while thou liuest vse that,
    Why what wil my neighbors say, and thou go away so?
    Der. Shees a narrant whore, and Ile haue the lawe on you Iohn.
    655Iohn. Why what hath she done?
    Der. Marry marke thou Iohn.
    I wil proue it that I wil.
    Iohn. What wilt thou proue?
    Der. That she cald me in to dinner.
    660 Iohn, marke the tale wel Iohn, and when I was set,
    She brought me a dish of rootes, and apeece of barrel butter
    therein: and she is a verie knaue,
    And thou a drab it thou take her part.
    Iohn. Hearesta Dericke, is this the matter?
    665Nay, and it be no worse, we wil go home againe,
    And all shall be amended.
    Der. Oh Iohn, hearesta Iohn, is all well?
    Iohn. I, all is wel.
    Der. Then ile go home before, and breake all the glasse
    670windowes.
    Enter the King with his Lords.
    Hen.4. Come my Lords, I see it bootes me not to take
    any physick, for all the Phisitians in the world cannot cure
    me, no not one. But good my Lords, remember my last
    675wil and Testament concerning my sonne, for truly my
    Lordes, I doo not thinke but he wil proue as valiant and
    victorious a King, as euer raigned in England.
    Both. Let heauen and earth be witnesse betweene vs, if
    we accomplish not thy wil to the vttermost.
    680Hen.4. I giue you most vnfained thãks, good my lords,
    Draw the Curtaines and depart my chamber a while,
    And cause some Musicke to rocke me a sleepe. (Exeunt Lords.
    He sleepeth.
    Enter
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