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[Scene 14]
Enters the King of England and his lords.
Come, my lords and fellows of arms,
What company is there of the Frenchmen?
An it please your majesty,
1355Our captains have numbered them,
And so near as they can judge
They are about threescore thousand horsemen
And forty thousand footmen.
1360They threescore thousand
And we but two thousand.
They threescore thousand footmen,
And we twelve thousand.
They are a hundred thousand,
1365And we forty thousand: ten to one.
My lords and loving countrymen,
Though we be few and they many,
Fear not; your quarrel is good and God will defend you.
Pluck up your hearts, for this day we shall either have
1370A valiant victory or a honorable death.
Now, my lords, I will that my uncle the Duke of York
Have the vanguard in the battle.
The Earl of Derby, the Earl of Oxford,
The Earl of Kent, the Earl of Nottingham,
1375The Earl of Huntington, I will have beside the army,
That they may come fresh upon them.
And I myself, with the Duke of Bedford,
The Duke of Clarence, and the Duke of Gloucester,
Will be in the midst of the battle.
1380Furthermore, I will that my lord of Willoughby
And the Earl of Northumberland,
With their troops of horsemen, be continually running like
Wings on both sides of the army:
My lord of Northumberland on the left wing.
1385Then I will that every archer provide him a stake of
A tree, and sharp it at both ends,
And at the first encounter of the horsemen
To pitch their stakes down into the ground before them
That they may gore themselves upon them,
1390And then to recoil back and shoot wholly all together,
And so discomfit them.
An it please your majesty
I will take that in charge, if your grace be therewith content.
With all my heart, my good lord of Oxford;
And go and provide quickly.
I thank your highness.
Well, my lords, our battles are ordained,
And the French making of bonfires and at their banquets;
But let them look, for I mean to set upon them.
The trumpet sounds.
Soft, here comes some other French message.
Enters herald.
King of England, my Lord High Constable
And other of my lords, considering the poor estate of thee
And thy poor countrymen,
Sends me to know what thou wilt give for thy ransom.
1410Perhaps thou mayst agree better cheap now
Than when thou art conquered.
Why then belike your high constable
Sends to know what I will give for my ransom?
1415Now trust me, herald, not so much as a tun of tennis balls;
No, not so much as one poor tennis ball.
Rather shall my body lie dead in the field to feed crows
Than ever England shall pay one penny ransom
For my body.
A kingly resolution.
No herald, 'tis a kingly resolution
And the resolution of a king.
1425Here: take this for thy pains.
Exit Herald.
But stay, my lords; what time is it?
Prime, my lord.
1430Then is it good time, no doubt,
For all England prayeth for us.
What, my lords, methinks you look cheerfully upon me!
Why then with one voice, and like true English hearts,
With me throw up your caps and for England
1435Cry, "Saint George, and God!" And Saint George help us.
Strike Drummer. Exeunt omnes.