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 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 prettie wench All. We are readie to waite vpon your grace. Hen. V. 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. brauely spoken Harry. Enter IOHN COBLER, ROBIN PEWTERER, LAWRENCE Iohn Cob. All is well here, all is well maisters. I thinke it best that my neighbour Robin Pewterer went to Pudding lane end, I care not much if I goe to Pudding lanes end. [Exit ROBIN. Law. Neighbor, what newes heare you of ye young Prince : Iohn. Marry neighbour, I heare say, he is a toward yoong Prince, For if he met any by the hie way, He will not let to talke with him, I dare not call him théefe, but sure he is one of these taking fellowes. Law. Indéed neighbour, I heare say he is as liuely A young Prince as euer was. Iohn. I, and I heare say, if he vse it long, His father will cut him off from the Crowne: But neighbour say nothing of that. Law. No, no, neighbour, I warrant you. John. Neighbour, me thinkes you begin to sléepe, If you will, we will sit down, For I thinke it is about midnight. Law. Marry content neighbour, let vs sléepe.. Enter DERICKE rouing. Der. Who, who there, who there? Enter ROBIN. [Exit DERICKE Rob. O neighbours, what meane you to sléepe, And such ado in the stretes? Ambo. How now neighbor, whats the matter? Enter DERICKE againe. Der. Who there, who there, who there? Cob. Why, what ailst thou? here is no horses. Cob. Why I see thou art a plaine Clowne. Der. Am I a Clowne, sownes maisters, Do Clownes goe in silke apparell? I am sure all we gentlemen Clownes in Kent scant goe so Heare you, are you Master Constable, and you be speake? John. Faith I am maister Constable, But I am one of his bad officers, for he is not here. Der. Is not maister Constable here? Well it is no matter, ile haue the law at his hands. Der. Why then I charge thée looke to him. Col. Nay but heare ye sir, you séeme to be an honest Therefore I pray thée put it vp. Der. First, thou saiest true, I am an honest fellow, And a proper hansome fellow too, And you seeme to be poore men, therfore I care not greatly, Nay, I am quickly pacified : But and you chance to spie the théefe, I pray you laie hold on him. Rob. Yes that we wil, I warrant you. Der. Tis a wonderfull thing to see how glad the knaue Is, now I haue forgiuen hím. John. Neighbors, do ye looke about you? How now, who's there? Enter the Theefe. Theefe. Here is a good fellow, I pray you which is the Der. Whoope hollo, now Gads Hill, knowest thou me? Der. And I know thée for a taking fellow, Vpon Gads Hill in Kent: A bots light vpon ye. Theefe. The whorson vilaine would be knockt. Der. Maisters, vilaine, and ye men stand to him, And take his weapon from him, let him not passe you. Iohn. My friend, what make you abroad now? It is too late to walke now. Theefe. It is not too late for true men to walke. Theefe. Why what do you meane to do with me? Sownes I am one of the kings liege people. Der. Heare you sir, are you one of the kings liege people? Theefe. I marry am I sir, what say you to it? Der. Marry sir, I say you are one of the kings filching people. Cob. Come, come, lets haue him away. Theefe. Why what haue I done? Rob. Thou hast robd a poore fellow, And taken away his goods from him. Theefe. I neuer sawe him before. Der. Maisters who comes here? Enter the Vintners boy. Boy. How now good man Cobler? Cob. How now Robin, what makes thou abroad At this time of night? Boy. Marrie I haue béene at the Counter, I can tell such newes as neuer you haue heard the like. Boy. Why this night about two houres ago, there came the young Prince, and thrée or foure more of his companions, and called for wine good store, and then they sent for a noyse of Musitians, and were very merry for the space of an houre, then whether their Musicke liked them not, or whether they had drunke too much Wine or no, I cannot tell, but our pots flue against the wals, and then they drew their swordes, and went into the streete and fought, and some tooke one part, & some tooke another, but for the space of halfe an houre, there was such a bloodie fray as passeth, and none coulde part them vntil such time as the Maior and Sheriffe were sent for, and then at last with much adoo, they tooke them, and so the yong Prince was carried to the Counter, and then about one houre after, there came a Messenger from the Court in all haste, from the King, for my Lord Maior and the Sheriffe, but for what cause I know not. Cob. Here is newes indéede Robert. Law. Marry neighbour, this newes is strange indéede, I thinke it best neighbour, to rid our hands of this fellowe first. Theefe. What meane you to do with me? Cob. We mean to carry you to the prison, and there to remaine till the Sessions day. Theefe. Then I pray you let me go to the prison where my maister is. Cob. Nay thou must go to ye country prison, to newgate, Therefore come away. Theefe. I prethie be good to me honest fellow. Der. I marry will I, ile be verie charitable to thée, For I wil neuer leaue thée, til I sée thée on the Gallowes. Enter Henry the fourth, with the Earle of Exeter and the Lord of Oxford. Oxf. And please your Maiestie, héere is my Lord Maior, and the Sheriffe of London, to speak with your Maiestie. K. Hen. IV. Admit them to our presence. Enter the Maior and the Sheriffe. Now my good Lord Maior of London, The cause of my sending for you at this time, is to tel you of a matter which I haue learned of my Councell: Herein I vnderstand, that you haue committed my sonne to prison without our leaue and license. What althogh he be a rude youth, and likely to giue occasion, yet you might haue considered that he is a Prince, and my sonne, and not to be halled to prison by euery subiect. Maior. May it please your Maiestie to giue vs leaue to tell our tale? K. Hen. IV. Or else God forbid, otherwise you might thinke me an vnequall Iudge, hauing more affection to my sonne, then to any rightfull iudgement Maior. Then I do not doubt but we shal rather deserue commendations at your Maiesties hands, then any anger. K. Hen. IV. Go too, say on. Maior. Then if it please your Maiestie, this night betwixt two and three of the clocke in the morning, my Lord the yong Prince with a very disordred companie, came to the old Tauerne in Eastcheape, and whether it was that their musicke liked them not, or whether they were ouercom with wine, I know not, but they drew their swords, and into the stréete they went, and some tooke my Lord the yong Princes part, and some tooke the other, but betwixt them there was such a bloodie fray for the space of halfe an houre, that neyther watchmen, nor any other could stay them, till my brother the Sheriffe of London & I were sent for, and at the last with much adoo we staied them, but it was long first, which was a great disquieting to all your louing subiects thereabouts: and then my good Lord, we knew not whether your grace had sent them to trie vs, whether we would do iustice, or whether it were of their owne voluntarie will or not, we cannot tell and therefore in such a case we knew not what to do, but for our own safegard we sent him to ward, where he wanteth nothing that is fit for his grace, and your Maiesties sonne. And thus most humbly beséeching your Maiestie to thinke of our answere. Hen. IV. Stand aside vntill we haue further deliberated on your answere. Ah Harry, Harry, now thrice accursed Harry, [Exit Maior. Oh my sonne, a Prince thou art, I a Prince in déed, And well haue they done, and like faithfull subiects: Discharge them and let them go. L. Exe. I beseech your Grace, be good to my Lord the yong Prince. Hen. IV. Nay, nay, tis no matter, let him alone. L. Oxf. Perchance the Maior and the Sheriffe haue bene too precise in this matter. Hen. IV. No: they haue done like faithfull subiects: I will go my selfe to discharge them, and let them go. [Exit omnes. Enter Lord chiefe Iustice, Clarke of the Office, IAYLOR, Tudge. Iaylor bring the prisoner to the barre. Der. Heare you my Lord, I pray you bring the bar to the prisoner. |