And in their pale dull mouths* the jymold bitt Con. They've faid their prayers, and they stay for Dau. Shall we go fend them dinners and fresh suits, And give their fafting Horfes provender, And, after, fight with them? Con. I ftay 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 Gloucefter, Bedford, Exeter, Erpingham, with all the Hoft; Salisbury and Weftmorland. Glou. THERE is the King? WHE Bed. The King himfelf is rode to view their battle. Weft. Of fighting men they have full threefcore thoufand. 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 fignifies 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. 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 coft; It yerns me not, if men my garments wear; I am the most offending foul alive. No, faith, my lord, with not a man from England: N 5 Will Will ftand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, Then will he ftrip his fleeve, and fhew his fcars: 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 themselves 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, bestow 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. West. Perifh the man, whofe mind is back ward 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, K. Henry. K. Henry. Why, now thou haft unwish'd five thou fend men: Which likes me better than to wifh us one. Mount. ONCE NCE more I come to know of thee, King If for thy ranfom thou wilt now compound, For, certainly, thou art fo near the gulf, Thou needs must be englutted. Thus, in mercy, Thy followers of repentance; that their fouls [bodies From off thefe fields: where, wretches, their poor Muft lie and fester. K. Henry. Who hath fent thee now? Mount. The Conftable of France. K. Henry. I pray thee, bear my former anfwer back. Bid them atchieve me, and then fell my bones. Good God! why fhould they mock poor fellows thus? The man that once did fell the lion's fkin While the beaft liv'd, was kill'd with hunting him. Killing Killing in relapse of mortality. Let me fpeak proudly; tell the Constable, But, by the mafs, our hearts are in the trim: Mount. I fhall, King Harry: and so fare thee well. Thou never fhalt hear herald any more. [Exit. K. Henry. I fear, thou'lt once more come again for Ranfom. Enter York. York. My lord, moft humbly on my knee I beg The leading of the vaward. K. Henry. Take it, brave York; now, foldiers, march away. And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day! SCENE X. The Field of Battle. [Exeunt. Alarm, Excurfions. Enter Piftol, French foldier, and boy. IELD, cur. Fr. Sol. Je penfe, que vous êtes le gentilhomme de bonne qualité. |