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.

Hen. V. You say true my Lord :

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.
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. 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?

Iohn. 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.

Iohn. 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.

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.
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 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.

(IV) Justice when Prince Henry is King.

Hen. V. But Ned, so soone as I am King, the first thing I wil do, shal be to put my Lord chiefe Iustice out And thou shalt be my Lord chiefe Iustice

of office.

of England.

Ned. Shall I be Lord chiefe Iustice?

By gogs wounds, ile be the brauest Lord chiefe Iustice
That euer was in England.

Hen. V. Then Ned, Ile turne all these prisons into fence Schooles, and I will endue thee with them, with landes to maintaine them withall: then I wil haue a bout with my Lord chiefe Iustice, thou shalt hang none but picke purses and horse stealers, and such base minded villaines, but that fellow that wil stand by the high way side couragiously with his sword and buckler and take a purse, that fellow giue him commendations, beside that, send him to me and I wil giue him an anuall pension out of my Exchequer, to maintaine him all the dayes of his life.

Ioh. Nobly spoken Harry, we shall neuer haue a mery world til the old king be dead.

(V) Interview between Prince Henry and the King.

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
bene,

That thou shouldst forsake me, and follow this vilde and

Reprobate company, which abuseth youth so mani-
festly:

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 thee my sonne, that there is neuer a needle
in thy cloke, but it is a prick to my heart, & neuer
an ilat-hole, but it is a hole to my soule: and where-
fore 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 that 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, sweete 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: Pardo me, sweet father, pardon 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 again? 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 thee my sonne I will pardon thee,

And God blesse thee, and make thee 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. [Exeunt omnes.