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The cronicle history of Henry the fift with his battell fought at Agin Court in France. Togither with Auntient Pistoll. As it hath bene sundry times playd by the Right honorable the Lord Chamberlaine his seruants.; Henry V
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Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
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of a warming pan Host. By my troath hee le yeeld the crow a pudding one of these dayes I le go to him husband you le come Bar. Come Pistoll be friends Nim prithee be friends and if thou wilt not be Enemies with me too Ni. I shal haue my eight shillings I woon of you at beating Pist. Base is the slaue that payes Nim. That now I will haue and there 's the humor of it Pist. As manhood shall compound They draw Bar. He that strikes the first blow I le kill him by this sword Pist. Sword is an oath and oathes must haue their course Nim. I shall haue my eight shillings I wonne of you at beating Pist. A noble shalt thou haue and readie pay And liquor likewise will I giue to thee And friendship shall combind and brotherhood I le liue by Nim as Nim shall liue by me Is not this iust for I shall Sutâ—er be Vnto the Campe and profit will occrue Nim. I shall haue my noble Pist. In cash most truly paid Nim. Why there 's the humour of it Enter Hostes. Hostes. As euer you came of men come in Sir Iohn poore soule is so troubled With a burning tashan contigian feuer t is wonderfull Pist. Let vs condoll the knight for lamkins we will liue Exeunt omnes Enter Exeter and Gloster Glost. Before God my Lord his Grace is too bold to trust these traytors Exe. They shal be apprehended by and by Glost. I but the man that was his bedfellow Whom he hath cloyed and graced with princely fauours That he should for a forraine purse to sell His Soueraignes life to death and trechery Exe. O the Lord of Massham Enter the King and three Lords King Now sirs the windes faire and we wil aboord My Lord of Cambridge and my Lord of Massham And you my gentle Knight giue me you thoughts Do you not thinke the power we beare with vs Will make vs conquerors in the field of France Masha No doubt my Liege if each man do his best Cam. Neuer was Monarch better feared and loued then is your maiestie Gray Euen those that were your fathers enemies Haue steeped their galles in honey for your sake King We therefore haue great cause of thankfulnesse And shall forget the office of our hands Sooner then reward and merit According to their cause and worthinesse Masha So seruice shall with steeled sinewes shine And labour shall refresh it selfe with hope To do your Grace incessant seruice King Vncle of Exeter enlarge the man Committed yesterday that rayled against our person We consider it was the heate of wine that set him on And on his more aduice we pardon him Masha That is mercie but too much securitie Let him bee punisht Soueraigne least the example of him Breed more of such a kinde King O let vs yet be mercifull Cam. So may your highnesse and punish too Gray You shew great mercie if you giue him life After the taste of his correction King Alas your too much care and loue of me Are heauy orisons gainst the poore wretch If litle faults proceeding on distemper should not bee winked at How should we stretch our eye when capitall crimes Chewed swallowed and disgested appeare before vs Well yet enlarge the man tho Cambridge and the rest In their deare loues and tender preseruation of our state Would haue him punisht Now to our French causes Who are the late Commissioners Cam. Me one my Lord your highnesse bad me aske for it to day Mash So did you me my Soueraigne Gray And me my Lord. King Then Richard Earle of Cambridge there is yours There is yours my Lord of Masham And sir Thomas Gray knight of Northumberland this same is yours Read them and know we know your worthinesse Vnckle Exeter I will aboord to night Why how now Gentlemen why change you colour What see you in those papers That hath so chased your blood out of apparance Cam. I do confesse my fault and do submit me To your highnesse mercie Mash To which we all appeale King The mercy which was quit in vs but late By your owne reasons is forestald and done You must not dare for shame to aske for mercy For your owne conscience turne vpon your bosomes As dogs vpon their maisters worrying them See you my Princes and my noble Peeres These English monsters My Lord of Cambridge here You know how apt we were to grace him In all things belonging to his honour And this vilde man hath for a fewe light crownes Lightly conspired and sworne vnto the practises of France To kill vs here in Hampton To the which This knight no lesse in bountie bound to vs Then Cambridge is haah likewise sworne But oh what shall I say to thee false man Thou cruell ingratefull and inhumane creature Thou that didst beare the key of all my counsell That knewst the very secrets of my heart That almost mightest a coyned me into gold Wouldest thou a practisde on me for thy vse Can it be possible that out of thee Should proceed one sparke that might annoy my finger T is so strange that tho the truth doth showe as grose As black from white mine eye wil scarcely see it Their faults are open arrest them to the answer of the lawe And God acquit them of their practises Exe. I arrest thee of high treason By the name of Richard Earle of Camhridge I arest thee of high treason By the name of Henry Lord of Masham I arest thee of high treason By the name of Thomas Gray knight of Northumberland Mash Our purposes God iustly hath discouered And I repent my fault more then my death Which I beseech your maiestie forgiue Altho my body pay the price of it King God quit you in his mercy Heare your sentence You haue conspired against our royall person Ioyned with an enemy proclaimed and fixed And froÌ„ his coffers receiued the golden earnest of our death Touching our person we seeke no redresse But we our kingdomes safetie must so tender Whose ruine you haue sought That to our lawes we do deliuer you Get ye therefore hence poore miserable creatures to your death The taste whereof God in his mercy giue you Patience to endure and true repentance of all your deeds amisse Beare them hence Exit three Lords Now Lords to France The enterprise whereof Shall be to you as vs successiuely Since God cut off this dangerous treason lurking in our way Cheerly to sea the signes of war aduance No King of England if not King of France Exit omnes Enter Nim Pistoll Bardolfe Hostes and a Boy Host. I prethy sweete heart let me bring thee so farre as Stanes Pist. No fur no fur Bar. Well sir Iohn is gone God be with him Host. I he is in Arthors bosom if euer any were He went away as if it were a crysombd childe Betweene twelue and one Iust at turning of the tide His nose was as sharpe as a pen For when I saw him fumble