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  • Title: The Famous Victories of Henry the Fifth (Quarto, 1598)
  • Editors: Karen Sawyer Marsalek, Mathew Martin
  • Coordinating editor: Janelle Jenstad

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    Editors: Karen Sawyer Marsalek, Mathew Martin
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    The Famous Victories of Henry the Fifth (Quarto, 1598)

    The famous victories
    510maintaine them withall: then I wil haue a bout with my
    Lord chiefe Justice, thou shalt hang none but picke purses
    and horse stealers, and such base minded villaines, but that
    fellow that will stand by the high way side couragiously
    with his sword and buckler and take a purse, that fellow
    515giue him commendations, beside that, send him to me and
    I will 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.
    520Ned. But whither are ye going now?
    Hen.5. To the Court, for I heare say, my father lies ve-
    rie sicke.
    Tom. But I doubt he wil not die.
    Hen.5. Yet will I goe thither, for the breath shal be no
    525sooner out of his mouth, but I wil clap the Crowne on my
    Iockey. Wil you goe to the Court with that cloake so
    full of needles?
    Hen.5. Cloake, ilat-holes, needles, and all was of mine
    530owne deuising, and therefore I wil weare it.
    Tom. I pray you my Lord, what may be the meaning
    Hen.5. Why man, tis a signe that I stand vpon thorns,
    til the Crowne be on my head.
    535Ioc. Or that euery needle might be a prick to their harts
    that repine at your doings.
    Hen.5. Thou saist true Iockey, but thers some wil say,
    the yoong Prince will be a well-toward yoong man and all
    this geare, that I had as leeue they would breake my head
    540with a pot, as to say any such thing, but we stand prating
    here toolong, I must needs speake with my father, therefore
    come away.
    Porter. What a rapping keep you at the Kings Court