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

Hen. V. Why, man, 'tis a signe that I stand vpon thorns, til the Crowne be on my head.

Iock. Or that euery néedle might be a prick to their harts that repine at your doings.

Hen. V. Thou saist true Iockey, but thers some wil say, the yoong Prince will bee a well toward yoong man and all this geare, that I had as leeue they would breake my head with a pot, as to say any such thing, but we stand prating here too long, I must néeds speake with my father, therfore come away. Por. What a rapping keep you at the Kings Courte gate? Hen. V. Heres one that must speake with the King.

Por. The King is verie sicke, and none must speak with him. Hen. V. No you rascall, do you not know me?

Por. You are my lord the yong Prince.

Hen. V. Then goe and tell my father, that I must and will speake with him.

Ned. Shall I cut off his head?

Hen. V. No, no, though I would helpe you in other places, yet I haue nothing to doo here, what you are in my father's Court.

Ned. I will write him in my Tables, for so soone as I am made Lord chiefe Iustice, I wil put him out of his Office. [The Trumpet sounds.

Hen. V.

- sirs, the King comes,

Lets all stand aside.

Enter the King, with the Lord of Exeter.

Hen. IV. And is it true my Lord, that my sonne is already sent to the Fléete? Now truly that man is more fitter to rule the Realme then I, for by no meanes could I rule my sonne, and he by one word hath caused him to be ruled. Oh my sonne, my sonne, no sooner out of one prison, but into an other, I had thought once whiles I had liued, to haue séene this noble Realme of England flourish by thée my sonne, but now I see it goes to ruine and decaie. [He wepeth

Enters Lord of Oxford.

Oxf. And please your grace, here is my Lord your scnne. That commeth to speake with you,

He saith, he must and wil speake with you.
Hen. IV. Who my sonne Harry?

Oxf. I and please your Maiestie.

Hen. IV. I know wherefore he commeth,

But looke that none come with him.

Ocf. A verie disordered companie, and such as make Verie ill rule in your Maiesties house.

Hen. IV. Well, let him come,

But looke that none come with him.
Oxf. And please your grace,

My lord, the King sends for you.

Hen. V. Come away sirs, lets go all togither.

[He goeth.

Oxf. And please your grace, none must go with you. Hen. V. Why, I must néeds have them with me, Otherwise I can do my father no countenance,

Therefore come away.

Oxf. The King your father commaunds, There should none come.

Hen. Well sirs then be gone,

And prouide me thrée Noyse of Musitians.

[Exeunt knights.

Enters the Prince with a dagger in his hand.

Hen. IV. Come my sonne, come on a God's name,

I know wherefore thy comming is,

Oh my sonne, my sonne, what cause hath euer beene,
That thou shouldst forsake me, and follow this vilde and
Reprobate company, which abuseth youth so manifestly:
Oh my sonne, thou knowest that these thy doings
Wil end thy fathers dayes.

[He weepes.

I so, so, my sonne, thou fearest not to approach the presence of thy sick father, in that disguised sort, I tel thée my sonne, that there is neuer a néedle in thy cloke, but it is a prick to my heart, & neuer an ilat-hole, but it is a hole to my soule; and wherefore thou bringest that dagger in thy hande I know not, but by coniecture. [He weepes.

Hen. V. My conscience accuseth me, most soueraign Lord, and welbeloued father, to answere first to the last point, That is, whereas you coniecture that this hand and this dagger shall be armde against your life: no, know my beloued father, far be the thoughts of your sonne, sonne said I, an vnworthie sonne for so good a father: but farre be the thoughts of any such pretended mischiefe: and I most humbly render it to your Maiesties hand, and liue my Lord and soueraigne for euer: and with your dagger arme show like vengeance vpon the bodie of your sonne, I was about say and dare not, ah woe is me therefore, that your wilde slaue, tis not the Crowne that I come for, sweet father, because I am vnworthie, and those wilde & reprobate company I abandon, & vtterly abolish their company for euer. Pardon sweete father, pardon: the least thing and most desire: and this ruffianly cloake, I here teare from my backe, and sacrifice it to the diuel, which is

maister of al mischiefe: Pardon me, swéet father, pardo me: good my Lord of Exeter, speak for me: pardon me, pardō good father, not a word: ah he wil not speak one word: A Harry, now thrice vnhappie Harry. But what shal I do? I wil go take me into some solitarie place, and there lament my sinfull life, and when I haue done, I wil lay me downe and die. [Exit.

Hen. IV. Call him againe, call my sonne againe.

Hen. V. And doth my father call me againe? now Harry, Happie be the time that thy father calleth thee againe.

Hen. IV. Stand vp my son, and do not think thy father, But at the request of thée my sonne, I wil pardon thée, And God blesse thée, and make thée his seruant.

Hen. V. Thanks good my Lord, & no doubt but this day, Euen this day, I am borne new againe.

Hen. IV. Come my son and Lords, take me by the hands. [Erunt omnes.

Enter DERICKE.

Enter 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. Shées an .

Iohn.

and Ile haue the lawe on you

Iohn. 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.

Iohn, marke the tale wel Iohn, and when I was set,

She brought me a dish of rootes, and a péece of barrel butter therin and she is a verie knaue,

And thou a drab if thou take her part.

Iohn. Hearesta Dericke, is this the matter?

Nay, 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 glass windowes.

Enter the King with his Lords.

Hen. IV. Come my Lords, I see it bootes me not to take

any phisick, for all the Phisitians in the world cannot cure me, no not one. But good my Lords, remember my last wil 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 betwéene us, if we accomplish not thy wil to the vttermost.

Hen. IV. I giue you most vnfained thanks, good my lords, Draw the Curtaines and depart my chamber a while. And cause some Musicke to rocke me a sléepe.

[He sleepeth.

Enter the Prince.

Exeunt Lords.

Hen. V. Ah Harry, thrice vnhappie that hath neglect so long from visiting of thy sicke father, I wil goe, nay but why doo I not go to the Chamber of my sick father, to comfort the melancholy soule of his bodie, his soule said I, here is his bodie indéed, but his soule is, whereas it needs no bodie. Now thrice accursed Harry, that hath offended thy father so much, and could not I craue pardon for all. Oh my dying father, curst be the day wherin I was borne, and accursed be the houre wherin I was begotten, but what shal I do? if weeping teares which come too late, may suffice the negligence neglected to some, I wil wéepe day and night vntil the fountaine be drie with weeping. [Exit.

Enter Lord of Exeter and Oxford.

Exe. Come easily my Lord, for waking of the King.
Hen. IV. Now my Lords.

Oxf. How doth your Grace féele your selfe.

Hen. IV. Somewhat better after my sléepe,

But good my Lords take off my Crowne,

Remoue my chaire a litle backe, and set me right.

Ambo. And please your grace, the crown is take away.
Hen. IV. The Crowne taken away,

Good my Lord of Oxford, go see who hath done this déed:
No doubt tis some vilde traitor that hath done it,

To depriue my sonne, they that would do it now,

Would seeke to scrape and scrawle for it after my death.

Enter Lord of Oxford with the Prince.

Oxf. Here and please your Grace,

Is my Lord the yong Prince with the Crowne.
Hen. IV. Why how now my sonne?

I had thought the last time I had you in schooling,
I had given you a lesson for all,

And do you now begin againe?

Why tel me my sonne,

Doest thou thinke the time so long,

That thou wouldest haue it before the

Breath be out of my mouth?

Hen. V. Most soueraign Lord, and welbeloved father,
I came into your Chamber to comfort the melancholy
Soule of your bodie, and finding you at that time
Past all recouery, and dead to my thinking,
God is my witnesse: and what should I doo,

But with wéeping tears lament ye death of you my father,
And after that, séeing the Crowne, I tooke it :

And tel me my father, who might better take it then I,
After your death? but seeing you liue.

I most humbly render it into your Majesties hands,

And the happiest man aliue, that my father liue :
And liue my Lord and Father, for euer.

Hen. IV. Stand vp my sonne,

Thine answere hath sounded wel in mine eares,

For I must néed confesse that I was in a very sound sleep,
And altogither vnmindful of thy comming:

But come neare my sonne,

And let me put thée in possession whilst I liue,

That none depriue thée of it after my death.

Hen. V. Well may I take it at your maiesties hands,

But it shal neuer touch my head, so long as my father liues.

Hen. IV. God giue thée ioy my sonne,

[He taketh the Crowne

God blesse thée, and make thée his seruant,

And send thée a prosperous raigne.

For God knowes my sonne, how hardly I came by it,
And how hardly I haue maintained it.

Hen. V. Howsoeuer you came by it, I know not,

And now I haue it from you, and from you I wil kéepe it:
And he that séekes to take the Crowne from my head,
Let him looke that his armour be thicker then mine,
Or I will pearce him to the heart,

Were it harder than brasse or bollion.

Hen. IV. Nobly spoken, and like a King.

Now trust me my Lords, I feare not but my sonne
Will be as warlike and victorious a Prince,

As euer raigned in England.

L. Ambo. His former life shewes no lesse

Hen. IV. Wel my lords I know not whether it be for sleep, Or drawing neare of drowsie summer of death,

But I am verie much giuen to siécpe,