Took stand for idle speculation: What's to say? Then let the trumpets sound 2 And all is done. Enter GRANDPRÉ. Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, Their horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks, With torch-staves in their hand: and their poor jades To démonstrate the life of such a battle Con. They have said their prayers, and they stay for death. 2 The name of an introductory flourish on the trumpet. 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 three-score 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, That do no work to-day! K. Hen. 1 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: He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, But he'll remember, with advantages, What feats he did that day: Then shall 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 Saint Crispin's day. 6. e. This day shall advance him to the rank of a gentleman. Enter SALISBURY. Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed: The French are bravely in their battles set, And will with all expedience charge on us. 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.- Tucket. Enter MONTJOY. Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, king If for thy ransome thou wilt now compound, For, certainly, thou art so near the gulf, Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy, The Constable desires thee-thou wilt mind9 Thy followers of repentance; that their souls May make a peaceful and a sweet retire From off these fields, where (wretches) their poor |