Chronicle history of Henry the fift, with his battell fought at Agin Court in France

The Chronicle
Enter Ntt» iVtfitUfiArdelfeRafterboy.
Hojl.l prethee Tweet heart,
Let me bring thee To farre as Stonef,
Pift.No fur,no fur.
Zfar. Well,fir lohn is gone,God be with him.
i/<j/U,he is in Artbors bofome, ifeuer any were,
He went away as if it were a cryfotnbd childe,
Betweenc twelue and one,
luff at turn^ig of the tide;
Hisnofewas as fharpe as a pen;
For when I faw him fumble with the /heets.
And taike of flowers,and fmile vpon his fingers ends,
1 knew there was noway but one.
How now fir /<?&»,quoth I ?
And he cryed three times,God,God#God,
Now I to comfort him,bad him not thinke of God,
I hope there was no fuch need.
Then he bad me put more cloathes on his fcete.
And I felt to them,and they were as cold as any ftonc.
And to his knees,and they were as cold as any ftone.
And To vpward,& vp ward,and all was as cold as ftone,
jV«».They fay he cridc out on Sacke.
/&/?.! that he did.
itoy.And of women.
Ho/.No that he did not.
tZty.Yes that he did,& fed they were diuels incarnste.
//^.Indeed carnation was a colour he neuer loued.
Afr/w.Welljhe did cry out on women.
Afo/P.Indced he d id in feme fort handle women
But then he was rumaticke.
And talkt of the whore of Babilon.
B^.Hoftes.doyou remember he faw a Flea ftand
Vpon Beirdolfes nofe,and fed it was a blacke foule
Burning in hell ?
of Henry the fift.
Well,God be with him.
That was all the wealth I got in his fcruice.
Mw.Shall we (hog off?
The king will be gone from Southnwpton*
F(/?.Clearc vp thy criftals,
Looke to my chattels and my moueables;
Truft none; the word is pitch and pay:
Mens words are wafer cakes,
And hold faft is the onely dog my deare.
Therefore cophetuabe thy counlellor,
Touch her foft lips and part.
&<r.Farewell hofteffe.
Nim.\ cannot kis,and theres the humor of it#
But adieu.
/>/7?.Keepe faft thy buggleboe.
Exit entrut.
Enter King cf France, ’Bourbon, Dolphin,
and others ,
X/^-Now you Lords of Orleance,
Of Bourbon,Berry,
You fee the King of England is not flacke.
For he is footed on this Land already.
DolphinMy gracious Lord,
Tis meete we all go foorth,
And armc vs ag&nft the foe:
And view the weake and fickly parts of France:
But let vs doit with no (hew of feare.
No with no more,then if we heard
England were troubled with a Morris dance.
For my good Lord)ftie is fo idely kingd.
Her feepter fo fantaftically borne.
So guided by a fhallow humorous youth.
That fcare attends her not.
Cow.Opeace Prince Dolphin,you dcceiue your felfe,
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