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Hen. V. A hundred pound, now brauely spoken lockey :

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 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

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 lockey?

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.

[Exit Purseuant. Hen. V. Now sirs, how like you this?

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Was not this brauely done
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 haue 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,

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(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

guiltie?
Theefe. Not guiltie, my Lord.
Iudġe. By whom wilt thou be tride?
Theefe. By my Lord the young Prince, or by my selfe-

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?

about my

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

my Lord.

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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 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 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? 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,

yong

Hen. V. You say true my Lord :

And you will hang my man.
ludge. 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.
Iudge. 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. ludge. Iayler, carry the prisoner to Newgate againe, vntil

the next Sises. layler. At your commandement my Lord, it shalbe done.

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(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.
Iohn. Why then I cannot let him goe.
Der. I must needs haue my man.
John. You shall not haue him.
Der. Shall I not haue my man, say no and you

dare:
How say you, shall I not haue my man?
lohn. No marry shall you not.
Der. Shall I not Iohn ?
lohn. No Dericke.
Der. Why then take you that till more come,

Sownes, shall I not haue him?
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?
Lohn. No.
Der. Now away simple fellow,

Why man, thou art Iohn the Cobler.
lohn. No, I am my Lord chiefe Iustice of England.
Der. Oh Iohn, Masse thou saist true, thou art indeed.
Iohn. 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 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,

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