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- HENRY THE FIFTH
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- Act 4 Scene 2
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- (Enter the Dukes of Bourbon and Orleans, and Lord Rambures)
- l1l Orleans The sun doth gild our armour. Up, my lords!
- l2l [Bourbon] Monte cheval! My horse! Varlet, lacquais! Ha!
- l3l Orleans O brave spirit!
- l4l [Bourbon] Via les eaux et terre!
- l5l Orleans Rien plus? LÆair et feu!
- l6l [Bourbon] Cieux, cousin Orleans!
- (Enter the Constable)
- l7l Now, my Lord Constable!
- l8l Constable Hark how our steeds for present service neigh.
- l9l [Bourbon] Mount them and make incision in their hides,
- l10l That their hot blood may spin in English eyes
- l11l And dout them with superfluous courage. Ha!
- l12l Rambures What, will you have them weep our horsesÆ blood?
- l13l How shall we then behold their natural tears?
- (Enter a Messenger)
- l14l Messenger The English are embattled, you French peers.
- l15l Constable To horse, you gallant princes, straight to horse!
- l16l Do but behold yon poor and starvΦd band,
- l17l And your fair show shall suck away their souls,
- l18l Leaving them but the shells and husks of men.
- l19l There is not work enough for all our hands,
- l20l Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins
- l21l To give each naked curtal-axe a stain
- l22l That our French gallants shall today draw out
- l23l And sheathe for lack of sport. Let us but blow on them,
- l24l The vapour of our valour will oÆerturn them.
- l25l ÆTis positive Ægainst all exceptions, lords,
- l26l That our superfluous lackeys and our peasants,
- l27l Who in unnecessary action swarm
- l28l About our squares of battle, were enough
- l29l To purge this field of such a hilding foe,
- l30l Though we upon this mountainÆs basis by
- l31l Took stand for idle speculation,
- l32l But that our honours must not. WhatÆs to say?
- l33l A very little little let us do
- l34l And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound
- l35l The tucket sonance and the note to mount,
- l36l For our approach shall so much dare the field
- l37l That England shall couch down in fear and yield.
- (Enter Lord Grandpre)
- l38l Grandpre Why do you stay so long, my lords of France?
- l39l Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones,
- l40l Ill-favouredly become the morning field.
- l41l Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose
- l42l And our air shakes them passing scornfully.
- l43l Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggared host
- l44l And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps.
- l45l The horsemen sit like fixΦd candlesticks
- l46l With torchstaves in their hands, and their poor jades
- l47l Lob down their heads, drooping the hides and hips,
- l48l The gum down-roping from their pale dead eyes,
- l49l And in their palled dull mouths the gimmaled bit
- l50l Lies foul with chewed grass, still and motionless.
- l51l And their executors, the knavish crows,
- l52l Fly oÆer them all impatient for their hour.
- l53l Description cannot suit itself in words
- l54l To demonstrate the life of such a battle
- l55l In life so lifeless as it shows itself.
- l56l Constable They have said their prayers, and they stay for death.
- l57l [Bourbon] Shall we go send them dinners and fresh suits
- l58l And give their fasting horses provender,
- l59l And after fight with them?
- l60l Constable I stay but for my guidon. To the field!
- l61l I will the banner from a trumpet take
- l62l And use it for my haste. Come, come away!
- l63l The sun is high, and we outwear the day.
- (Exeunt)
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