1312Hen. Why then belike your high Constable,

1313Sends to know what I wil giue for my ransome?

1314Now trust me Herald, not so much as a tun of tennis bals,

1315No not so much as one poore tennis ball,

1316Rather shall my bodie lie dead in the field, to feed crowes,

1317Then euer England shall pay one penny ransome

1318For my bodie.

1319Herald. A kingly resolution.

1320Hen. 5. No Herald, tis a kingly resolution,

1321And the resolution of a king:

1322Here take this for thy paines.

1324But stay my Lords, what time is it?

1325All. Prime my Lord.

1326Hen. 5. Then is it good time no doubt,

1327For all England praieth for vs:

1328What my Lords, me thinks you looke cheerfully vpon me?

1329Why then with one voice, and like true English hearts,

1330With me throw vp your caps, and for England,

1331Cry S. George, and God and S. George helpe vs.

1337Hen.5. Come my Lords come, by this time our

1338Swords are almost drunke with French blood,

1339But my Lords, which of you can tell me how many of our

1340Army be slaine in the battell?

1341Oxf. And it please your Maiestie,

1342There are of the French armie slaine,

1343Aboue ten thousand, twentie sixe hundred,

1344Whereof are Princes and Nobles bearing banners:

1345Besides, all the Nobilitie of France are taken prisoners.

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