[Scene 15]
15.12281Enter Prince Edward, [with] King John [and] Charles [as prisoners], and all 2282with ensigns spread. 2283Retreat sounded. Now John in France, and lately John of France,
15.32285Thy bloody ensigns are my captive colors,
15.42286And you, high vaunting Charles of Normandy,
15.52287That once today sent me a horse to fly,
15.62288Are now the subjects of my clemency.
15.72289Fie, lords, is't not a shame that English boys,
15.82290Whose early days are yet not worth a beard,
15.92291Should in the bosom of your kingdom thus,
15.102292One against twenty, beat you up together?
Thy fortune, not thy force, hath conquered us.
An argument that heaven aids the right.
15.13[Enter Artois, with Philip as prisoner.] 15.142295See, see, Artois doth bring with him along
15.152296The late good counsel-giver to my soul.
15.162297Welcome, Artois, and welcome Philip too.
15.172298Who now, of you or I, have need to pray?
15.192300Too bright a morning breeds a louring day.
15.202301Sound trumpets; enter Audley [led by the two Esquires]. 15.212302But say, what grim discouragement comes here?
15.222303Alas, what thousand armèd men of France
15.232304Have writ that note of death in Audley's face?
15.242305Speak thou, that woost death with thy careless smile
15.252306And lookst so merrily upon thy grave
15.262307As if thou wert enamored on thine end:
15.272308What hungry sword hath so bereaved thy face
15.282309And lopped a true friend from my loving soul?
O Prince, thy sweet bemoaning speech to me
15.302311Is as a mournful knell to one dead sick.
Dear Audley, if my tongue ring out thy end,
15.322313My arms shall be thy grave. What may I do
15.332314To win thy life or to revenge thy death?
15.342315If thou wilt drink the blood of captive kings,
15.352316Or that it were restorative, command
15.362317A health of kings' blood, and I'll drink to thee.
15.372318If honor may dispense for thee with death,
15.392320Share wholly, Audley, to thyself and live.
Victorious Prince, that thou art so, behold
15.412322A caesar's fame in kings' captivity.
15.422323If I could hold dim death but at a bay
15.432324Till I did see my liege, thy royal father,
15.442325My soul should yield this castle of my flesh,
15.452326This mangled tribute with all willingness
15.462327To darkness, consummation, dust and worms.
Cheerily, bold man; thy soul is all too proud
15.482329To yield her city for one little breach,
15.492330Should be divorcèd from her earthly spouse
15.502331By the soft temper of a Frenchman's sword.
15.512332Lo, to repair thy life I give to thee
15.522333Three thousand marks a year in English land.
I take thy gift to pay the debts I owe:
15.542335These two poor esquires redeemed me from the French
15.552336With lusty and dear hazard of their lives;
15.562337What thou hast given me I give to them,
15.572338And as thou lov'st me, Prince, lay thy consent
15.582339To this bequeath in my last testament.
Renownèd Audley, live and have from me
15.602341This gift twice doubled to these esquires and thee;
15.612342But live or die, what thou hast given away
15.622343To these and theirs shall lasting freedom stay.
15.632344Come, gentlemen, I will see my friend bestowed
15.642345Within an easy litter; then we'll march
15.652346Proudly toward Calais with triumphant pace
15.662347Unto my royal father; and there bring
15.672348The tribute of my wars, fair France his king.