5 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. Glo. My liege! K. Hen. Enter GLOSTER. 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. [Exeunt. SCENE II. 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! lacquay! ha! Orl. O brave spirit! Dau. Via!-les eaux et la terre Orl. Rien puis? l'air et le feu- Enter Constable. Now, my lord Constable! 5 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. Via!-les eaux et la terre-] Via is an old hortatory excla mation, as allons ! 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, 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 starved band, That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, them, The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. About our squares of battle,—were enough But that our honours must not. What's to say? 7 And doubt them-] Doubt, is a word still used in Warwickshire, and signifies to do out, or extinguish. 8 — a hilding foe ;] Hilding, or hinderling, is a low wretch. A very little little let us do, And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound Enter GRANdpré. Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips; 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. 1 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. Con. They have said their prayers, and they stay Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and fresh And give their fasting horses provender, 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! [Exeunt. 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. Eve. 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,And my kind kinsman,-warriors all, adieu! Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck with thee! go Eve, 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 : If we are mark'd to die, we are enough To do our country loss; and if to live, 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; purse: 5 It yearns me not,] To yearn is to grieve or vex, |