Two chauntries, where the fad and folemn priests Glou. My Liege. Enter Gloucefter. K. Henry. My brother Glo'fter's voice? I know thy errand, I will go with thee: The day, my friends, and all things ftay for me. SCENE [Exeunt. VII. Changes to the French Camp. Enter the Dauphin, Orleans, Rambures and Beaumont. Orl. ·THE HE Sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords. Dau. Montez Cheval: my horfe, valet, lacquay: ha! Orl. O brave fpirit! Dau. Via! -les eaux & la terre.. Orl. Rien puis! le air & feu. Dau. Ciel! Coufin Orleans. Enter Conftable. Now my lord Conftable ! Con. Hark, how our Steeds for present service neigh. Dau. Mount them, and make incifion in their hides, That their hot blood may fpin in English eyes, And daunt them with fuperfluous courage: ha! Ram. What, will you have them weep our Horfes' blood? How fhall we then behold their natural tears ? Enter a Meffenger. Meff. The English, are embattel'd, you French Peers. Con. Con. to horfe! you gallant Princes, ftrait to horse! That our French gallants fhall to day draw out, That our fuperfluous lacqueys and our peafanis, About our fquares of battle, were enow What's to say? And all is done. Then let the trumpets found Enter Grandpree. Grand. Why do you ftay fo long, my lords of Yon Ifland carrions, defp'rate of their bones, N 4 And And in their pale dull mouths the jymold bitt Con. They've faid their prayers, and they stay for death. Dau. Shall we go fend them dinners and fresh fuits, And give their fafting Horfes provender, And, after, fight with them? Con. I flay but for my guard: on, to the field; I will the banner from a trumpet take, And use it for my hafte. Come, come, away! Enter Gloucefler, Bedford, Exeter, Erpingham, with all the Hoft; Salisbury and Weftmorland. Glou. HERE is the King? WHE their battle. Weft. Of fighting men they have full threefcore thousand. Exe. There's five to one; befides, they all are fresh. Sal. God's arm ftrike with us, 'tis a fearful odds ! God be wi' you, Princes all; I'll to my charge. If we no more meet till we meet in heav'n, Then joyfully, my noble lord of Bedford, My dear lord Glofter, and my good lord Exeter, And my kind kinfman, warriors all, adieu! * the jymold bitt] fymold, or rather Gimmald, which signifies a Ring of two Rounds. Gemellus, Skinner. Mr. Pope. Bed. Bed. Farewel, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee! Exe. [to Sal.] Farewel, kind lord; fight valiantly to day: And yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour. [Exit Sal. Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness; Princely in both. Enter King Henry. Weft. O, that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England, K. Henry. What's he, that wishes fo? Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost; I am the most offending foul alive. No, faith, my lord, wish not a man from England : N 5 Will Will ftand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, *He that out-lives this day, and fees old age, Then will he ftrip his sleeve, and shew his scars: What feats they did that day. Then fhall our names, We few, we happy few, we band of brothers : And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themfelves accurs'd, they were not here; And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, That fought with us upon St. Crifpian's day. Enter Salisbury, Sal. My fov reign lord, beftow yourself with speed: The French are bravely in their battles fet, And will with all expedience charge on us. K. Henry. All things are ready, if our minds be fo. Weft. Perish the man, whofe mind is backward now? K. Henry. Thou doft not wish more help from England, coufin? Weft. God's will, my Liege, would you and I alone Without more help could fight this royal battle? He that fhall live this day, -] The Quarto of 1608 reads better, He that out-lives this day. K, Henry. |