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Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do: Though all that I can do, is nothing worth; Since that my penitence comes after all, Imploring pardon.
Enter GLOSTER. Glo. My liege!
K. Hen. My brother Gloster's voice ?--Ay; I know thy errand, I will go with thee :The day, my friends, and all things stay for me.
The French Camp. Enter Dauphin, ORLEANS, RAMBURES, and Others. Orl. The sun doth gild our
armour ; up, my
lords. Dau. Montez a cheval :-My horse! valet!. lac
Orl. O brave spirit !
Enter Constable. Now, my lord Constable !
Two chantries,] One of these monasteries was for Carthusian monks, and was called Bethlehem; the other was for religious men and women of the order of Saint Bridget, and was named Sion. They were on opposite sides of the Thames, and adjoined the royal manor of Sheen, now called Richmond.
6 Via !-les eaux et la terre —] Via is an old hortatory excla. mation, as allons ! VOL. V.
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 doubt them with superfluous courage: Ha! Ram. What, will
have them blood ? How shall we then behold their natural tears ?
weep our horses'
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 starved band, And your
fair show shall suck away their souls,
Took stand for idle speculation:
7 And doubt them -] Doubt, is a word still used in Warwick shire, and signifies to do out, or extinguish.
a hilding foe;] Hilding, or hinderling, is a low wretch.
A very little little let us do,
poor jades Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips; The gum down. roping from their pale-dead eyes; And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bits Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motionless; And their executors, the knavish crows,
9 The tucket-sonuance, &c.] The tucket-sonuance was, perhaps, the name of an introductory flourish on the trumpet, as toccata in Italian is the prelude of a sonata on the harpsichord, and toccar la tromba is to blow the trumpet.
· Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose,] By their ragged curtains, are meant their colours. The idea seems to have been taken from what every man must have observed, i. e. ragged curtains put in motion by the air, when the windows of mean houses are left open. 2 Their horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks,
With torch-staves in their hand:] Grandpré alludes to the form of ancient candlesticks, which frequently represented human figures holding the sockets for the lights in their extended hands.
gimmal bit - ) Gimmal is, in the western counties, a ring; a gimmal bit is therefore a bit of which the parts played one within another.
Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour.
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! The sun is high, and we outwear the day.
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. Ere. 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,
4 I stay but for my guard :) It seems, by what follows, that guard in this place means rather something of ornament or of distinction, than a body of attendants. Johnson.
My dear lord Gloster,--and my good lord Exeter,
[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.
What's he, that wishes so?
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, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
s It yearns me not, ] To yearn is to grieve or vex,