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Hen. V. A hundred pound, now brauely spoken lockey :
But come sirs, laie al your money before me,
Enters two Receiuers.
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
Then I hope ye haue brought me some money.
And one of them had sir Iohn Old-Castles bay
And your blacke Nag.
Blood you vilaines : my father robd of his money
But tell me, how many were of them ?
And there was one about the bignesse of you :
That he wil feele it this month.
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.
Ned. I pray you my Lord forgiue them this once.
Well stand vp and get you gone,
[Exit Purseuant. Hen. V. Now sirs, how like you this?
Now whither shall we goe?
As any part about them.
We are all fellowes, I tell you sirs, and the King
Therefore come away.
(II) Prince Henry Strikes the Chief Justice.
Enter Lord chiefe Iustice, Clarke of the Office, layler, lohn
Cobler, Dericke, and the Theefe.
ludge. Well, what sayest thou, art thou guiltie, or not
whether you will.
I must goe
Enter the young Prince, with Ned and Toin. Hen. V. Come away my lads, Gogs wounds ye villain, what make you heere?
businesse 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
Iudge. I am glad to see your grace in good health.
Tis maruell you knew him not long before this,
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 acknow
ledging 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 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? În 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
Prince, our King that shall be after the decease of our soueraigne Lord, King Henry the fourth, whom God graunt long to raigne,
Hen. V. You say true my Lord :
And you will hang my man.
[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,
[Exeunt the Theefe, Iudge. Well my Lord, I am content to take it at your
Why man, you are Lord chiefe Iustice of England.
me in this place, you greatly abuse me, and not me
Fleete, vntill wee haue spoken with your father.
[Exeunt Henry V. with the Officers. ludge. Iayler, carry the prisoner to Newgate againe, vntil
the next Sises. layler. At your commandement my Lord, it shalbe done.
(III) The Tavern Acting Scene.
Der. Sownds maisters, heres adoo,
When Princes must go to prison :
Why Iohn, didst euer see 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.
We should haue bene hangde.
chiefe Iustice, and thou shalt sit in the chaire,
Meane, I commit you to the Fleete. .
But thou shalt not hit me hard.
Sownes, shall I not haue him?
But I pray you, who am I?
Why man, thou art Iohn the Cobler.
commit you to the Fleete.
[Exit. And straight enters again. Oh lohn, 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,