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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
    Ned. Hold thee, heres a couple of Angels for thee,
    790And get thee gone, for the King wil not be long
    Before he come this way:
    And hereafter, I wil tel the king of thee.
    Exit Theefe.
    Ioc. Oh how it did me good, to see the king
    795When he was crowned:
    Me thought his seate was like the figure of heauen,
    And his person like vnto a God.
    Ned. But who would haue thought,
    That the king would haue changde his countenance so?
    800Ioc. Did you not see with what grace
    He sent his embassage into France to tel the French king
    That Harry of England hath sent for the Crowne,
    And Harry of England wil haue it.
    Tom. But twas but a litle to make the people belieue,
    805That he was sorie forhis fathers death.
    The Trumpet sounds.
    Ned. Gogs wounds, the king comes,
    Lets all stand aside.
    Enter the King with the Archbishop, and
    810the Lord of Oxford.
    Ioc. How do you my Lord?
    Ned. How now Harry?
    Tut my Lord, put away these dumpes,
    You are a king, and all the realm is yours:
    815What man, do you not remember the old sayings,
    You know I must be Lord chiefe Iustice of England,
    Trust me my lord, me thinks you are very much changed,
    And tis but with a litle sorrowing, to make folkes beleeue
    The death of your father greeues you,
    820And tis nothing so.
    Hen.5. I prethee Ned, mend thy maners,
    And be more modester in thy tearmes,
    For my vnfeined greefe is not to be ruled by thy flattering
    And
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