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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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    The Famous Victories of Henry the Fifth (Quarto, 1598)

    of Henry the fifth.
    615That is, whereas you coniecture that this hand and this
    dagger shall be armde against your life: no, know my be=
    loued 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 hum=
    620bly render it to your Maiesties hand, and liue my Lord and
    soueraigne foreuer: 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
    sl}aue, tis not the Crowne that I come for, sweete father,
    625because I am vnworthie, and those vilde & reprobate com=
    pany I abandon, & vtterly abolish their company for euer.
    Pardon sweete father, pardon: the least thing and most de=
    sire: and this ruffianly cloake, I here teare from my backe,
    and sacrifice it to the diuel, which is maister of al mischiefe:
    630Pardõ me, sweet father, pardon me: good my Lord of Exe-
    ter speak for me: pardon me, pardõ good father, not a word:
    ah he wil not speak one word: A Harry, now thrice vnhap=
    pie Harry. But what shal I do: I wil go take me into some
    solitarie place, and there lament my sinfull life, and when
    635I haue done, I wil laie me down and die.
    Hen.4. Call him again, call my sonne againe.
    Hen.5. And doth my father call me again? now Harry,
    Happie be the time that thy father calleth thee againe.
    640Hen.4. Stand vp my son, and do not think thy father,
    But at the request of thee my sonne, I wil pardon thee,
    And God blesse thee, and make thee his seruant.
    Hen.5. Thanks good my Lord, & no doubt but this day,
    Euen this day, I am borne new againe.
    645Hen.4. Come my son and Lords take me by the hands.
    Exeunt omnes.
    Enter Dericke.
    Der. Thou art a stinking whore, &a whorson stinking (whore,
    Doest thinke ile take it at thy hands?
    C3 Enter