Therefore good my Lords and my sonne,
Draw the curtaines depart my chamber,
And cause some musicke to rocke me a sléepe.

[Exeunt omnes.

Enter the Theefe.

The King dieth

Theefe. Ah God, I am now much like to a Bird
Which hath escaped out of the Cage,

For so soone as my Lord chief Iustice it heard
That the old King was dead, he was glad to let me go,
For feare of my Lord the yong Prince :
But here comes some of his companions,
I wil sée and I can get any thing of them,
For old acquaintance.

Enter Knights raunging.

the King is dead.

Tom.
Iock. Dead, then

Ned.

we shall be all kings.

I shall be Lord chiefe Iustice of England.

Tom. Why how, are you broken out of prison?

Ned.

how the villaine stinkes.

Iock. Why what wil become of thée now?

Fye vpon him, how the rascall stinkes.

Tom.

Theefe. Marry I wil go and serue my maister againe.
doost think that he wil haue any such
Scab'd knaue as thou art? what man he is a king now.
Ned. Hold thée, heres a couple of Angels for thée,
And get thée gone, for the King wil not be long
Before he come this way:

And hereafter I wil tel the king of thée.

Iock. Oh how it did me good, to see the king When he was crowned:

[Exit Theefe

Me thought his seate was like the figure of heauen,
And his person like vnto a God.

Ned. But who would haue thought,

That the king would have changde his countenance so?
Iock. Did you not sée with what grace

He sent his embassage into France? to tel the French king
That Harry of England hath sent for the Crowne,

And Harry of England wil haue it.

Tom. But twas a litle to make the people beléeue,

That he was sorie for his fathers death.

the king comes,

Ned.
Let all stand aside,

[The Trumpet sounds.

Enter the King with the Archbishop, and the Lord of Oxford.

Iock. How do you my Lord?

Ned. How now Harry?

Tut my Lord, put away these dumpes,

You are a king, and all the realme is yours:

What man, do you not remember the old sayings,

You know I must be Lord chiefe Iustice of England,

Trust me my lord, me thinks you are very much changed,

And tis but with a litle sorrowing, to make folkes belćeue
The death of your father gréeues you,

And tis nothing so.

Hen. V. I prethée Ned, mend thy manners,

And be more modester in thy tearmes,

For my vnfeined gréefe is not to be ruled by thy flattering
And dissembling talke, thou saist I am changed,

So I am indeed, and so must thou be, and that quickly,
Or else I must cause thée to be chaunged.

Iock

how like you this?

Sownds tis not so swéete as Musicke.

Tom. trust we haue not offended your grace no way.
Hen. V. Ah Tom, your former life gréeues me,

And makes me to abando & abolish your company for euer,
And therfore not vpō pain of death to approch my presence
By ten miles space, then if I heare wel of you,

It may be I wil do somewhat for you,

Otherwise looke for no more fauour at my hands,
Then at any other mans: And therefore be gone,
We haue no other matters to talke on.

[Exeunt Knights.

Now my good Lord Archbishop of Canterbury,
What say you to our Embassage into France?
Archb. Your right to the French Crowne of France,
Came by your great grandmother Izabel,

Wife to King Edward the third,

And sister to Charles the French King:

Now if the French King deny it, as likely inough he wil,
Then must you take your sword in hand,

And conquer the right.

Let the vsurped Frenchman know,

Although your predecessors haue leteit passe, you wil not:
For your Countrymen are willing with purse and men,
To aide you.

Then my good Lord, as it hath bene alwaies knowne,
That Scotland hath bene in league with France,
By a sort of pensions which yearly come from thence,

I thinke it therefore best to conquere Scotland,

And the I think that you may go more easily into France:
And this is all that I can say, My good Lord.

Hen. V. I thanke you, my good Lord Archbishop of Canterbury.

What say you my good Lord of Oxford?

Oxf. And, And please your Maiestie,

I agree to my Lord Archbishop, sauing in this,

He that wil Scotland win, must first with France begin :
According to the old saying.

Therefore my good Lord, I think it best to inuade France,
For in conquering Scotland, you conquer but one,

And conquere France, and conquere both.

Enter Lord of Exeter.

Exe. And please your Maiestie,

My Lord Embassador is come out of France.
Hen. V. Now trust me my Lord,

He was the last man that we talked of.

I am glad that he is come to resolue vs of our answere,
Cominit him to our presence.

Enter Duke of Yorke.

York. God saue the life of my soueraign Lord the king.
Hen. V. Now my good Lord the Duke of York,
What newes from our brother the French King?

York. And please your Maiestie,

I deliuered him my Embassage,
Whereof I tooke some deliberation,
But for the answere he hath sent,

My Lord Embassador of Burges, the Duke of Burgony,
Monsieur le Cole, with two hundred and fiftie horsemen,
To bring the Embassage.

Hen. V. Commit my Lord Archbishop of Burges
Into our presence.

Enter Archbishop of Burges.

Now my Lord Archbishop of Burges,
We do learne by our Lord Embassador,

That you haue our message to do

From our brother the French King:

Here my good Lord, according to our accustomed order,
We giue you frée libertie and license to speake,

With good audience.

Archb. God saue the mightie King of England, My lord and maister, the most Christian king,

Charles the seuenth, the great & mightie king of France,
As a most noble and Christian king,

Not minding to shed innocent blood, is rather content
To yéeld somewhat to your vnreasonable demaunds,
That if fiftie thousand crownes a yeare with his daughter
The said Ladie Katheren, in marriage,

And some crownes which he may wel spare,

Not hurting of his kingdome,

He is content to yéeld so far to your vnreasonable desire.
Hen. V. Why then belike your Lord and maister,

Thinks to puffe me vp with fifty thousand crowns a yere,
No tell thy Lord and maister,

That all the crownes in France shall not serue me,
Except the Crowne and kingdome it selfe :

And perchance hereafter I wil haue his daughter..

Archb. And may it please your maiestie,

My lord Prince Dolphin greets you well,

With this present. [He deliuereth a Tunne of Tennis Balles.
Hen. V. What a guilded Tunne?

I pray you my Lord of Yorke, looke what is in it?
Yorke. And it please your Grace,

Here is a Carpet and a Tunne of Tennis balles.
Hen. V. A Tunne of Tennis balles?

I pray you good my Lord Archbishop,
What might the meaning thereof be?
Archb. And it please you my Lord,

A messenger you know, ought to kéepe close his message,
And specially an Embassador.

Hen. V. But I know that you may declare your message To a king. the law of Armes allowes no lesse.

Archb. My Lord, hearing of your wildnesse before your Fathers death, sent you this my good Lord,

Meaning that you are more fitter for a Tennis Court

Then a field, and more fitter for a Carpet then the Camp. Hen. V. My lord Prince Dolphin is very pleasant with me:

But tel him, that in stéed of balles of leather,

We wil tosse him balles of brasse and 'yron,

Yea such balles as neuer were tost in France,
The proudest Tennis Court shall rue it.

I and thou Prince of Burges shall rue it.

Therefore get thée hence, and tel him thy message quickly, Least I be there before thee: Away priest, be gone.

Archb. I beseech your grace, to deliuer me your safe

Conduct vnder your broad seale Emanuel.

Hen. V. Priest of Burges, know,

That the hand and scale of a King, and his word is all one,

And in stead of my hand and seale,

I will bring him my hand and sword:

And tel thy lord and maister, that I Harry of England said it. And I Harry of England, wil performe it.

My Lord of Yorke, deliuer him our safe conduct,

Vnder our broad seale Emanuel.

[Exeunt Archbishop, and the Duke of Yorke.

Now my Lords, to Armes, to Armes,

For I vow by heauen and earth, that the proudest

French man in all France, shall rue the time that euer
These Tennis balles were sent into England.

My Lord, I wil yt there be prouided a great Nauy of ships,
With all spéed, at South-Hampton.

For there I meane to ship my men,

For I would be there before him, if it were possible,
Therefore come, but staie,

I had almost forget the chiefest thing of all, with chafing
With this French Embassador.

Call in my Lord chiefe Iustice of England.

Enters Lord chiefe Iustice of England.

Exe. Here is the King my Lord.

lust. God preserue your Maiestie.

Hen. V. Why how now my lord, what is the matter?
Iust. I would it were vnknowne to your Maiestie.

Hen. V. Why what aile you?

Iust. Your Maiestie knoweth my griefe well.

Hen. V. Oh my Lord, you remember you sent me to the

Fléete, did you not?

Iust. I trust your grace haue forgotten that.

Hen. V. I truly my Lord, and for reuengement,

haue chosen you to be my Protector ouer my Realme,

Vntil it shall please God to giue me spéedie returne
Out of France.

Iust. And if it please your Maiestie, I am far vnworthie
Of so high a dignitie.

Hen. V. Tut my Lord, you are not vnworthie,

Because I thinke you worthie

For you that would not spare me,

I thinke wil not spare another,

It must needs be so, and therefore come,

Let vs be gone, and get our men in a readinesse.

[Exeunt omnes.

Enter a Captaine, JOHN COBLER and his wife.

Cap. Come, come, there's no remedie,