484Hen.5. Come away sirs, Gogs wounds Ned,

485Didstthou not see what a boxe on the eare

486I tooke my Lord chiefe Iustice?

487Tom. By gogs blood it did me good to see it,

488It made his teeth iarre in his head.

490Hen.5. How now sir Iohn Old-Castle,

491What newes with you?

492Ioh. Old. I am glad to see your grace at libertie,

493I was come I, to visit you in prison.

494Hen.5. To visit me, didst thou not know that I am a

495Princes son, why tis inough for me to looke into a prison,

496though I come not in my selfe, but heres such adoo now a=

497dayes, heres prisoning, heres hanging, whipping, and the

498diuel and all, but I tel you sirs, when I am King, we will

499haue no such things, but my lads, if the old king my father

500were dead, we would be all kings.

501Ioh. Old. Hee is a good olde man, God take him to his mercy the sooner.

502Hen.5. But Ned,so soone as I am King, the first thing

503I wil do, shal be to put my Lord chiefe Justice out of office,

504And thou shalt be my Lord chiefe Justice of England.

505Ned. Shall I be Lord chiefe Justice?

506By gogs wounds, ile be the brauest Lord chiefe Justice

507That euer was in England.

508Hen.5. Then Ned, ile turne all these prisons into fence

509Schooles, and I will endue thee with them, with landes to

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510maintaine them withall: then I wil haue a bout with my

511Lord chiefe Justice, thou shalt hang none but picke purses

512and horse stealers, and such base minded villaines, but that

513fellow that will stand by the high way side couragiously

514with his sword and buckler and take a purse, that fellow

515giue him commendations, beside that, send him to me and

516I will giue him an anuall pension out of my Exchequer, to

517maintaine him all the dayes of his life.

518Ioh. Nobly spoken Harry, we shall neuer haue a mery

519world til the old king be dead.

520Ned. But whither are ye going now?

521Hen.5. To the Court, for I heare say, my father lies ve-

522rie sicke.

523Tom. But I doubt he wil not die.

524Hen.5. Yet will I goe thither, for the breath shal be no

525sooner out of his mouth, but I wil clap the Crowne on my

526head.

527Iockey. Wil you goe to the Court with that cloake so

528full of needles?

529Hen.5. Cloake, ilat-holes, needles, and all was of mine

530owne deuising, and therefore I wil weare it.

531Tom. I pray you my Lord, what may be the meaning

532thereof?

533Hen.5. Why man, tis a signe that I stand vpon thorns,

534til the Crowne be on my head.

535Ioc. Or that euery needle might be a prick to their harts

536that repine at your doings.

537Hen.5. Thou saist true Iockey, but thers some wil say,

538the yoong Prince will be a well-toward yoong man and all

539this geare, that I had as leeue they would breake my head

540with a pot, as to say any such thing, but we stand prating

541here toolong, I must needs speake with my father, therefore

542come away.

543Porter. What a rapping keep you at the Kings Court

544gate?

545Hen.5. Heres one that must speake with the King.

546Por. The King is verie sick, and none must speak with

547him.

548Hen.5. No you rascall, do you not know me?

549Por. You are my Lord the yong Prince.

550Hen.5. Then goe and tell my father, that I mustand

551will speake with him.

552Ned. Shall I cut off his head?

553Hen.5. No, no, though I would helpe you in other pla=

554ces, yet I haue nothing to doo here, what you are in my fa=

555thers Court.

556Ned. I will write him in my Tables, for so soone as I

557am made Lorde chiefe Iustice, I wil put him out of his Of=

558fice.

560Hen.5. Gogs wounds sirs, the King comes,

561Lets all stand aside.

563Hen.4. And is it true my Lord, that my sonne is alrea=

564 die sent to the Fleete? now truly that man is more fitter to

565 rule the Realme then I, for by no meanes could I rule my

566 sonne, and he by one word hath caused him to be ruled. Oh

567 my sonne, my sonne, no sooner out of one prison, but into an

568 other, I had thought once whiles I had liued, to haue seene

569 this noble Realme of England flourish by thee my sonne,

570 but now I see it goes to ruin and decaie.

573Ox. And please your grace, here is my Lord your sonne,

574That commeth to speake with you,

575he saith, he must and wil speake with you.

576Hen.4. Who my sonne Harry?

577Oxf. I and please your Maiestie.

578Hen.4. I know wherefore he commeth,

579But looke that none come with him.

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580Oxf. A verie disordered company, and such as make

581Uerie ill rule in your Maiesties house.

582Hen.4. Well let him come,

583but looke that none come with him.

585Oxf. And please your grace,

586My Lord the King, sends for you.

587Hen.5. Come away sirs, lets go all togither.

588Oxf. And please your grace, none must go with you.

589Hen.5. Why I must needs haue them with me,

590Otherwise I can do my father no countenance,

591Therefore come away.

592Oxf. The King your father commaunds

593There should none come.

594Hen.5. Well sirs then be gone,

595And prouide me threeNoyse of Musitians.

598Hen.4. Come my sonne, come on a Gods name,

599I know wherefore thy comming is,

600Oh my sonne, my sonne, what cause hath euer bene,

601That thou shouldst forsake me, and follow this vilde and

602Reprobate company, which abuseth youth so manifestly:

603Oh my sonne, thou knowest that these thy doings

604Wil end thy fathers dayes.

606I so, so, my sonne, thou fearest not to approach the presence

607of thy sick father, in that disguised sort, I tel thee my sonne,

608that there is neuer a needle in thy cloke, but it is a prick to

609my heart, & neuer an ilat-hole, but it is a hole to my soule:

610and wherefore thou bringest that dagger in thy hande I

611know not, but by coniecture.

613Hen.5. My cõscience accuseth me, most soueraign Lord,

614and welbeloued father, to answere first to the last point,

615That is, whereas you coniecture that this hand and this

616dagger shall be armde against your life: no, know my be=

617loued father, far be the thoughts of your sonne, sonne said

618I, an vnworthie sonne for so good a father: but farre be the

619thoughts of any such pretended mischiefe: and I most hum=

620bly render it to your Maiesties hand, and liue my Lord and

621soueraigne foreuer: and with your dagger arme show like

622vengeance vpon the bodie of that your sonne, I was about

623say and dare not, ah woe is me therefore, that your wilde

624sl}aue, tis not the Crowne that I come for, sweete father,

625because I am vnworthie, and those vilde & reprobate com=

626pany I abandon, & vtterly abolish their company for euer.

627Pardon sweete father, pardon: the least thing and most de=

628sire: and this ruffianly cloake, I here teare from my backe,

629and sacrifice it to the diuel, which is maister of al mischiefe:

630Pardõ me, sweet father, pardon me: good my Lord of Exe-

631ter speak for me: pardon me, pardõ good father, not a word:

632ah he wil not speak one word: 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 doth my father call me again? now Harry,

639Happie be the time that thy father calleth thee againe.

640Hen.4. Stand vp my son, and do not think thy father,

641But at the request of thee my sonne, I wil pardon thee,

642And God blesse thee, and make thee his seruant.

643Hen.5. Thanks good my Lord, & no doubt but this day,

644Euen this day, I am borne new againe.

645Hen.4. Come my son and Lords take me by the hands.