Edward the third.
2225Vp, vp
Artoys, the ground it
selfe is armd,
2226Fire containing
flint, command our bowes
2227To hurle awaie their pretie colored Ew,
2228and to it with
stones, awaie Artoys, awaie,
2229My
soule doth prophe
sie we win the daie.
Exeunt. 2230Allarum. Enter king Iohn. 2231 Our multitudes are in them
selues confounded,
2232Di
smayed, and di
straught,
swift
starting feare
2233Hath buzd a cold di
smaie through all our armie,
2234and euerie pettie di
saduantage promptes
2235The feare po
sse
ssed abie
ct soule to
flie,
2236My
selfe who
se
spirit is
steele to their dull lead,
2237What with recalling of the prophe
sie,
2238and that our natiue
stones from Engli
sh armes
2239Rebell again
st vs,
finde my
selfe attainted
2240With
strong
surpri
se of weake and yeelding feare.
2242 Fly father
flie, the French do kill the French,
2243Some that would
stand, let driue at
some that
flie,
2244Our drums
strike nothing but di
scouragement,
2245Our trumpets
sound di
shonor, and retire,
2246The
spirit of feare that feareth nought but death,
2247Cowardly workes confu
sion on it
selfe.
2249 Plucke out your eies, and
see not this daies
shame,
2250An arme hath beate an armie, one poore Dauid
2251Hath with a
stone foild twentie
stout Goliahs,
2252Some twentie naked
staruelings with
small
flints,
2253Hath driuen backe a pui
sant ho
st of men,
2254Araid and fen
st in al accomplements,
2255Ioh: Mordiu they quait at vs, and kill vs vp,
2256No le
sse than fortie thou
sand wicked elders,
2257Haue fortie leane
slaues this daie
stoned to death.
2258Ch: O that I were
some other countryman,
2259This daie hath
set deri
sion on the French,
2260and all the world wilt blurt and
scorne at vs.
2261Kin: What is there no hope left?
2262Pr: No hope but death to burie vp our
shame,
2 Make