Dau. Via!-les eaux et la terre Orl. Rien puis? l'air et le feu Dau. Ciel! cousin Orleans. Enter Constable. Now, my lord Constable! Con. Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh. Dau. Mount them, and make incision in their hides; That their hot blood may spin in English eyes, How shall we then behold their natural tears? Enter a Messenger. Mess. The English are embattled, you French peers. Con. To horse, you gallant princes! straight to horse! Do but behold yon poor and starved band, That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. 'Tis positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords, That our superfluous lackeys, and our peasants,Who, in unnecessary action, swarm About our squares of battle,-were enough An old encouraging exclamation. To purge this field of such a hilding* foe; What's to say? And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound Enter Grandpré. Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour. Con. They have said their prayers, and they stay for death. Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and fresh suits, * Mean, despicable. The name of an introductory flourish on the trumpet. Colours. § Ring. And give their fasting horses provender, And after fight with them? Con. I stay but for my guard; On, to the field: I will the banner from a trumpet take, And use it for my haste. Come, come away ! [Exeunt. SCENE III. The English camp. Enter the English host; Gloster, Bedford, Exeter, Salisbury, and Westmoreland. Glo. Where is the king? Bed. The king himself is rode to view their battle. West. Of fighting men they have full threescore thousand. Exe. There's five to one; besides, they all are fresh. Sal. God's arm strike 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 heaven, Then, joyfully,-my noble lord of Bedford,My dear lord Gloster,-and my good lord Exeter,And my kind kinsman,-warriors all, adieu ! Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck go with thee! Exe. Farewell, 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 Salisbury. Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness: Princely in both. West. O that we now had here Enter King Henry. But one ten thousand of those men in England, K. Hen. What's he, that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland?—No, my fair cousin : To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost; I am the most offending soul alive. No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: * Grieves. But he'll remember, with advantages, What feats he did that day: Then shall our names, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury, and Gloster,- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; Shall think themselves accurs'd, they were not here; Enter Salisbury. Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed: The French are bravely + in their battles set, And will with all expedience charge on us. K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds be so. West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward now! K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from Eng. land, cousin? West. God's will, my liege, 'would you and I alone, Without more help, might fight this battle out! K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five thousand men ; i. e. This day shall advance him to the rank of a gentleman. |