And sheath for lack of sport: let us but blow on them, The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. That our superfluous lackeys, and our peasants,- About our squares of battle,--v --were enough But that our honours must not. A very little little let us do, And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, 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, 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! 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 : 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 : 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 accurs'd, they were not here'; And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. Enter Salisbury. Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed: The French are bravely in their battles set, 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 England, cousin? West. God's will, my liege, 'would you and I alone, Without more help, might fight this battle out! Which likes me better, than to wish us one.- 4 Tucket. Enter MONTJOY. Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, king If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, For, certainly, thou art so near the gulf, Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy, Thy followers of repentance; that their souls From off these fields, where (wretches) their poor bodies Must lie and fester. K. Hen. Who hath sent thee now? Mont. The Constable of France. K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer back ; Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. Good God! why should they mock poor fellows thus? The man, that once did sell the lion's skin While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting him. Find native graves; upon the which, I trust, And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; Let me speak proudly;--Tell the Constable, |