The Names of those their Nobles that lye dead :
Charles Delabreth, High Constable of France,
Iaques of Chatilion, Admirall of France,
The Mafter of the Croffe-bowes, Lord Rambures,
Great Master of France, the braue Sir Guichard Dolphin,
John Duke of Alanfon, Anthonie Duke of Brabant,
The Brother to the Duke of Burgundie,
And Edward Duke of Barr: of luftie Earles,
Grandpree and Rouffie, Fauconbridge and Foyes,
Beaumont and Marle, Vandemont and Leftrale.
Here was a Royall fellowship of death.
Where is the number of our English dead?
Edward the Duke of Yorke, the Earle of Suffolke,
Sir Richard Ketly, Dauy Gam Efquire;
None else of name: and of all other men,
But fiue and twentie.
O God, thy Arme was heere:
And not to vs, but to thy Arme alone,
Afcribe we all when, without stratagem,
But in plaine fhock,and euen play of Battaile,
Was euer knowne fo great and little loffe?
On one part and on th'other, take it God,
For it is none but thine.
Exet. 'Tis wonderfull.
King. Come, goe me in proceffion to the Village:
And be it death proclaymed through our Hoaft,
To boast of this, or take that prayfe from God,
Which is his onely.
Flu. Is it not lawful and please your Maieftie, to tell
King. Yes Captaine: but with this acknowledgement,
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Vouchfafe to those that haue not read the Story,
That I may prompt them: and of fuch as haue,
I humbly pray them to admit th’excuse
Of time, of numbers, and due course of things,
Which cannot in their huge and proper life,
Be here prefented. Now we beare the King
Toward Callice: Graunt him there; there seene,
Heaue him away vpon your winged thoughts,
Athwart the Sea: Behold the English beach
Pales in the flood; with Men, Wiues, and Boyes,
Whofe fhouts & claps out-voyce the deep-mouth'd Sea,
Which like a mightie Whiffler 'fore the King,
Seemes to prepare his way: So let him land,
And folemnly fee him fet on to London.
So fwift a pace hath Thought, that euen now
You may imagine him vpon Black-Heath:
Where, that his Lords defire him, to haue borne
His bruifed Helmet, and his bended Sword
Before him, through the Citie: he forbids it,
7.]; And there being seene,
10.] with Wives,
11.] deepmouth'd 2.
Enter Gower, and Flewellen.
Gower. But why do you weare your Leeke to day? [1- F 3 v.]
Saint Dauies day is past?
Flew. There is occafion Captaine Gower,
Looke you why, and wherefore,
Being free from vain-neffe, and felfe-glorious pride;
Giuing full Trophee, Signall, and Oftent,
Quite from himselfe, to God. But now behold,
In the quick Forge and working-houfe of Thought,
How London doth powre out her Citizens,
The Maior and all his Brethren in beft fort,
Like to the Senatours of th'antique Rome,
With the Plebeians fwarming at their heeles,
Goe forth and fetch their Conqu'ring Cæfar in :
As by a lower, but by louing likelyhood,
Were now the Generall of our gracious Empreffe,
As in good time he may, from Ireland comming,
Bringing Rebellion broached on his Sword;
How many would the peacefull Citie quit,
To welcome him? much more, and much more caufe,
Did they this Harry. Now in London place him.
As yet the lamentation of the French
Inuites the King of Englands stay at home:
The Emperour's comming in behalfe of France,
To order peace betweene them: and omit
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