1138To satifie his hungrie griping mawe.

1139Io: Thees for thy newes, returne vnto thy barke,

1140And if thou scape the bloody strooke of warre,

1141And do suruiue the conflict, come againe,

1142And let vs heare the manner of the fight, Exit.

1143Meane space my Lords, tis best we be disperst,

1144To seuerall places least they chaunce to land:

1145First you my Lord, with your Bohemian Troupes,

1146Shall pitch your battailes on the lower hand,

1147My eldest sonne the Duke of Normandie,

1148Togeither with this aide of Muscouites,

1149Shall clyme the higher ground an other waye:

1150Heere in the middle cost betwixt you both,

1151Phillip my yongest boy and I will lodge,

1152So Lords begon, and looke vnto your charge. Exunt.

1153You stand for Fraunce, an Empire faire and large,

1154Now tell me Phillip, what is their concept,

1155Touching the challenge that the English make.

1156Ph: I say my Lord, clayme Edward what he can,

1157And bring he nere so playne a pedegree,

1158Tis you are in possession of the Crowne,

1159And thats the surest poynt of all the Law:

1160But were it not, yet ere he should preuaile,

1161Ile make a Conduit of my dearest blood,

1162Or chase those stragling vpstarts home againe,

1163King: Well said young Phillip, call for bread and Wine,

1164That we may cheere our stomacks with repast,The battell hard a farre

1165To looke our foes more sternely in the face.

1166Now is begun the heauie day at Sea,

1167Fight Frenchmen, fight, be like the fielde of Beares,

1168When they defend their younglings in their Caues:

1169Stir angry Nemesis the happie helme,

1170That with the sulphur battels of your rage,

1171The English Fleete may be disperst and sunke,

1172Ph. O Father how this eckoing Cannon shot. Shot.

1173Like sweete hermonie disgests my cates.

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