I know thy errand, I will go with thee :The day, my friends, and all things, stay for me. [Exeunt. SCENE IL-The French Camp. Enter DAUPHIN, Orleans, RamBURES, and others. Orl. The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords. Dau. Montez à cheval:-My horse! varlet! lacquay! ha! Orl. O brave spirit! Dau. Via!-les eaux et la terre- 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, And dout them with superfluous courage: ha! Ram. What, will you have them weep our horses' blood? 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 starvèd band, Leaving them but the shales and husks of men. There is not work enough for all our hands; Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins, To give each naked curtle-axe a stain, That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, And sheathe for lack of sport: let us but blow on them, The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. About our squares of battle,-were enow But that our honours must not. What's to say? And all is done. Then let the trumpet sound Enter GRANDPRÉ, Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, jades Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips; The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes; Con. They have said their prayers, and they stay for death. Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and fresh suits, And give their fasting horses provender, Con. I stay but for my guidon. To the field: SCENE III.-The English Camp. Enter the English Host; GLOSTEer, 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, Exe. Farewell, kind lord, fight valiantly today; And yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, For thou art framed of the firm truth of valour. [Exit SALISBury. Bed. He is as full of valour as of kindness; Princely in both. West. Enter KING HENRY. O that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England That do no work to-day! K. Hen. What's he, that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland?—No, my fair cousin : If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold; Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; But if it be a sin to covet honour my desires: No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour, As one man more, methinks, would share from me, For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more: Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, 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; And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accursed they were not here; And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks That fought with us upon St. Crispin's day. |