[Scene 13]
Enter French soldiers.
¶1 SOLDIER
¶Come away, Jack Drummer; come away all,
¶And me will tell you what me will do:
¶Me will trow one chance on the dice,
1280Who shall have the King of England and his lords.
¶2 SOLDIER
¶Come away Jack Drummer,
¶And trow your chance, and lay down your drum.
Enter Drummer.
¶DRUMMER
1285Oh, the brave apparel that the English mans
¶Hay broughth over! I will tell you what
¶Me ha done: me ha provided a hundreth trunks,
¶And all to put the fine 'parel of the English mans in.
¶1 SOLDIER
1290What do thou mean by trunks?
¶2 SOLDIER
¶A shest, man. A hundred shests.
¶1 SOLDIER Oui, oui, oui. Me will tell you what:
¶Me ha put five shildren out of my house,
1295And all too little to put the fine apparel of the
¶English mans in.
¶DRUMMER
¶Oh, the brave, the brave apparel that we shall
¶Have anon! But come, and you shall see what me will trow
1300At the king's drummer and fife, [He throws the dice.]
¶Ha! Me ha no good luck. Trow you.
¶3 SOLDIER
¶Faith, me will trow at the Earl of Northumberland
¶And my Lord a Willoughby, with his great horse:
1305Snorting, farting, oh, brave horse!
[He throws the dice.]
¶1 SOLDIER
¶Ha! By'r lady, you ha reasonable good luck
¶Now I will trow at the king himself. [He throws the dice.]
¶Ha! Me have no good luck.
Enters a captain.
1310CAPTAIN
¶How now? What make you here,
¶So far from the camp?
¶2 SOLDIER
¶Shall me tell our captain what we have done here?
1315DRUMMER
Oui. oui.
Exeunt Drummer, and [first] soldier.
¶2 SOLDIER
¶I will tell you what whe have done:
¶We have been trowing our shance on the dice,
¶But none can win the king.
1320CAPTAIN
¶I think so! Why, he is left behind for me,
¶And I have set three or four chairmakers a work
¶To make a new disguised chair to set that womanly
¶King of England in, that all the people may laugh
1325And scoff at him.
¶2 SOLDIER
¶Oh, brave captain!
¶CAPTAIN
¶I am glad, and yet with a kind of pity,
1330To see the poor king.
¶Why, who ever saw a more flourishing army in France
¶In one day than here is? Are not here all the peers of
¶France? Are not here the Normans with their fiery handguns and flanching curtle-axes?
¶Are not here the Barbarians with their bard-horses
1335And launching spears?
¶Are not here Picards with their crossbows and piercing
¶Darts?
¶The Hainaults with their cutting glaives and sharp
¶Carbuncles?
1340Are not here the lance knights of Burgundy?
¶And on the other side, a site of poor English scabs?
¶Why, take an Englishman out of his warm bed
¶And his stale drink but one month,
¶And alas, what will become of him?
1345But give the Frenchman a radish root
¶And he will live with it all the days of his life.
Exit.
¶2 SOLDIER
¶Oh, the brave apparel that we shall have of the
¶English mans!
Exit.