Possess them not with fear; take from them now The sense of reckoning, if the opposéd numbers Pluck their hearts from them! Not to-day, O Lord, O, not to-day, think not upon the fault My father made in compassing the crown! And on it have bestowed more contrite tears Who twice a-day their withered hands hold up Since that my penitence comes after all, Enter GLOUCESTER. Glou. My liege ! K. Hen. [Afoot.] My brother Gloucester'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 the DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, RAMBURES, and others. Orl. The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords! Dau. Montez à cheval! laquais! ha! Orl. O brave spirit! My horse varlet! Dau. Via!-les eaux et la terre,— Orl. Rien puis l'air et le feu. Dau. Ciel, cousin Orleans. Enter CONSTABLE. Now, my lord constable ! 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, Ram. What, will you have them weep our horses' blood! How shall we, then, behold their natural tears? Enter Messenger. Mess. The English are embattled, you French peers. Con. To horse, you gallant princes; straight to horse! Do but behold yon poor and starvéd band, That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, them, The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. 'Tis positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords, That our superfluous lackeys and our peasants,— Who in unnecessary action swarm About our squares of battle, -were enow To purge this field of such a hilding foe: But that our honours must not. A very little little let us do, What's to say? And all is done. Then let the trumpet sound The tucket sonance and the note to mount; For our approach shall so much dare the field, That England shall couch down in fear, and yield. Enter GRANDPRÉ. Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, With torch-staves in their hand; and their poor jades To demonstrate the life of such a battle 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, Con. I stay but for my guidon: to the field! SCENE III. The English Camp. [Exeunt. Enter the English host; GLOUCESTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, SALISBURY, and WESTMORELAND. Glou. 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 b' wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge: |