1242The Henues with their cutting Glaues and sharpe

1243Carbuckles.

1244Are not here the Lance knights of Burgondie?

1245And on the other side, a site of poore English scabs?

1246Why take an English man out of his warme bed

1247And his stale drinke, but one moneth,

1248And alas what wil become of him?

1249But giue the Frenchman a Reddissh roote,

1259And he wil liue with it all the dayes of his life.

12522. Soul. Oh the braue apparel that we shall haue of the

1253English mans (Exit.

1255Hen.5. Come my Lords and fellowes of armes,

1256What company is there of the French men?

1257Oxf. And it please your Maiestie,

1258Our Captaines haue numbred them,

And so neare as they can iudge,

1260They are about threescore thousand horsemen,

1261And fortie thousand footemen.

1262Hen.5. They threescore thousand,

1263And we but two thousand.

1264They threescore thousand footemen,

1265And we twelue thousand.

1266They are a hundred thousand,

1267And we fortie thousand, ten to one:

1268My Lords and louing Countrymen,

1269Though we be fewe and they many,

1270Feare not, your quarrel is good, and God wil defend you:

1271Plucke vp your hearts, for this day we shall either haue

1272A valiant victory, or a honourable death.

1273Now my Lords, I wil that my vncle the Duke of Yorke,

1274Haue the auantgard in the battell.

1275The Earle of Darby, the Earle of Oxford,

1276The Earle of Kent, the Earle of Nottingham,