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Hen. V. A hundred pound, now brauely spoken Iockey :
But come sirs, laie al your money before me,
Now by heauen here is a braue shewe:

But as I am true Gentleman, I will haue the halfe
Of this spent to night, but sirs take vp your bags,
Here comes the Receiuers, let me alone.

Enters two Receivers.

One. Alas good fellow, what shal we do?

I dare neuer go home to the Court, for I shall be hangd.

But looke, here is the yong Prince, what shal we doo?

Hen. V. How now you vilaines, what are you?

One. Recei. Speake you to him.

Other. No I pray, speake you to him.

Hen. V. Why how now you rascals, why speak you not? One. Forsooth we be. Pray speake you to him.

Hen. V. Sowns, vilains speak, or ile cut off your heads. Other. Forsooth he can tel the tale better then I.

One. Forsooth we be your fathers Receiuers.

Hen. V. Are you my fathers Receiuers?

Then I hope ye haue brought me some money.

One. Money, Alas sir we be robd.

Hen. V. Robd, how many were there of them?

One. Marry sir, there were foure of them:

And one of them had sir Iohn Old-Castles bay
Hobbie,

And your blacke Nag.

Hen. V. Gogs wounds how like you this Iockey? Blood you vilaines: my father robd of his money abroad,

And we robd in our stables.

But tell me, how many were of them?

One Recei. If it please you, there were foure of them,
And there was one about the bignesse of
you :
But I am sure I so belambd him about the shoulders,
That he wil feele it this month.

Hen. V. Gogs wounds you lamd them faierly,

So that they haue carried away your money. But come sirs, what shall we do with the vilaines? Both Recei. I beseech your grace, be good to vs.

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Ned. I pray you my Lord forgiue them this once.
Well stand vp and get you gone,

And looke that you speake not a word of it,

For if there be, sownes ile hang you and all your
kin.

Hen. V. Now sirs, how like you this?

Was not this brauely done?

[Exit Purseuant.

For now the vilaines dare not speake a word of it,

I haue so feared them with words.

Now whither shall we goe?

All. Why my Lord, you know our old hostes

At Feuersham.

Hen. V. Our hostes at Feuersham, blood what shal we do there?

We have a thousand pound about vs,

And we shall go to a pettie Ale-house.

No, no you know the olde Tauerne in Eastcheape,
There is good wine: besides, there is a pretie
wench

That can talke well, for I delight as much in their
toongs,

As any part about them.

All. We are readie to waite vpon your grace.
Hen. V. Gogs wounds wait, we will go altogither,

We are all fellowes, I tell you sirs, and the King
My father were dead, we would be all Kings,
Therefore come away.

Ned. Gogs wounds, brauely spoken Harry.

(II) Prince Henry Strikes the Chief Justice.

Enter Lord chiefe Iustice, Clarke of the Office, Iayler, Iohn Cobler, Dericke, and the Theefe.

Iudge. Well, what sayest thou, art thou guiltie, or not guiltie?

Theefe. Not guiltie, my Lord.

Iudge. By whom wilt thou be tride?

Theefe. By my Lord the young Prince, or by my selfe whether you will.

Enter the young Prince, with Ned and Tom.

Hen. V. Come away my lads, Gogs wounds ye villain, what make you heere? I must goe about my busi

nesse my selfe, and you must stand loytering here. Theefe. Why my Lord, they haue bound me, and will not let me goe.

Hen. V. Haue they bound thee villain, why how now my Lord.

Iudge. I am glad to see your grace in good health.
Hen. V. Why my Lord, this is my man,

Tis maruell you knew him not long before this,
I tell you he is a man of his hands.

Theefe. I Gogs wounds that I am, try me who dare. Iudge. Your Grace shal finde small credit by acknowledging him to be your man.

Hen. V. Why my Lord, what hath he done?

Iudge. And it please your Maiestie, he hath robbed a poore Carrier.

Der. Heare you sir, marry it was one Dericke,

Goodman Hoblings man of Kent.

Hen. V. What wast you butten-breech?

Of my word my Lord, he did it but in iest.

Der. Heare you sir, is it your mans qualitie to rob folks in iest?

In faith, he shall be hangd in earnest.

Hen. V. Well my Lord, what do you meane to do with my man?

Iudge. And please your grace, the law must passe on him, According to iustice, then he must be executed. Der. Heare you sir, I pray you, is it your mans quality to rob folkes in iest? In faith he shall be hangd in iest.

Hen. V. Well my Lord, what, meane you to do with my

man?

Iudge. And please your grace the law must passe on him,
According to iustice, then he must be executed.
Hen. V. Why then belike you meane to hang my man?
Iudge. I am sorrie that it falles out so.

Hen. V. Why my Lord, I pray ye who am I?
Iudge. And please your Grace, you are my Lord the yong
Prince, our King that shall be after the decease of
our soueraigne Lord, King Henry the fourth, whom
God graunt long to raigne,

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And you will hang my man.

Iudge. And like your grace, I must needs do iustice.
Hen. V. Tell me my Lord, shall I haue my man?
Iudge. I cannot my Lord.

Hen. V. But will you not let him go?

Iudge. I am sorie that his case is so ill.

Hen. V. Tush, case me no casings, shal I haue my man?
Iudge. I cannot, nor I may not my Lord.

Hen. V. Nay, and I shal not say, & then I am answered?
Iudge. No.

Hen. V. No: then I will haue him.

[He giueth him a boxe on the eare. Ned. Gogs wounds my Lord, shall I cut off his head? Hen. V. No, I charge you draw not your swords,

But get you hence, prouide a noyse of Musitians,
Away, be gone.

[Exeunt the Theefe. Iudge. Well my Lord, I am content to take it at your

hands.

Hen. V. Nay and you be not, you shall haue more.
Iudge. Why I pray you my Lord, who am I?
Hen. V. You, who knowes not you?

Why man, you are Lord chiefe Iustice of England. Judge. Your Grace hath said truth, therfore in striking me in this place, you greatly abuse me, and not me onely, but also your father: whose liuely person here in this place I doo represent. And therefore to teach you what prerogatiues meane, I commit you to the Fleete, vntill wee haue spoken with your father. Hen. V. Why then belike you meane to send me to the Fleete?

Iudge. I indeed, and therefore carry him away.

[Exeunt Henry V. with the Officers. Iudge. Iayler, carry the prisoner to Newgate againe, vntil the next Sises.

Tayler. At your commandement my Lord, it shalbe done.

(III) The Tavern Acting Scene.

Enter Dericke and Iohn Cobler.

Der. Sownds maisters, heres adoo,
When Princes must go to prison:

Why Iohn, didst euer see the like?

John. O Dericke, trust me, I neuer saw the like,

Der. Why Iohn thou maist see what princes be in choller,
A Iudge a boxe on the eare, Ile tel thee Iohn, O Iohn,
I would not haue done it for twentie shillings.
Iohn. No nor I, there had bene no way but one with vs,
We should haue bene hangde.

Der. Faith Iohn, Ile tel thee what, thou shalt be my Lord
chiefe Iustice, and thou shalt sit in the chaire,

And ile be the yong Prince, and hit thee a box on
the eare,

And then thou shalt say, to teach you what preroga

tiues

Meane, I commit you to the Fleete.

Iohn. Come on, Ile be your Iudge,

But thou shalt not hit me hard.

Der. No, no.

John. What hath he done?

Der. Marry he hath robd Dericke.

John. Why then I cannot let him goe.
Der. I must needs haue my man.

Iohn. You shall not haue him.

Der. Shall I not haue my man, say no and you

How say you, shall I not haue my man?

Iohn. No marry shall you not.

Der. Shall I not Iohn?

Iohn. No Dericke.

Der. Why then take you that till more come,

Sownes, shall I not haue him?

dare:

Iohn. Well I am content to take this at your hand,

But I pray you, who am I?

Der. Who art thou, Sownds, doost not know thy selfe?
Iohn. No.

Der. Now away simple fellow,

Why man, thou art Iohn the Cobler.

Iohn. No, I am my Lord chiefe Iustice of England.
Der. Oh Iohn, Masse thou saist true, thou art indeed.
John. Why then to teach you what prerogatiues mean I
commit you to the Fleete.

Der. Wel I wil go, but yfaith you gray beard knaue, Ile course you. [Exit. And straight enters again. Oh Iohn, Come, come out of thy chair, why what a clown weart thou, to let me hit thee a box on the eare, and now thou seest they will not take me to the Fleete, I thinke that thou art one of these Worenday Clownes,

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