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Henry V (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Life of Henry the Fift. 87
2296Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
2301From this day to the ending of the World,
2302But we in it shall be remembred;
2303We few, we happy few, we band of brothers:
2304For he to day that sheds his blood with me,
2305Shall be my brother: be he ne're so vile,
2306This day shall gentle his Condition.
2307And Gentlemen in England, now a bed,
2309And hold their Manhoods cheape, whiles any speakes,
2310That fought with vs vpon Saint Crispines day.
2311Enter Salisbury.
2313The French are brauely in their battailes set,
2314And will with all expedience charge on vs.
2318Couze?
2319West. Gods will, my Liege, would you and I alone,
2320Without more helpe, could fight this Royall battaile.
2322Which likes me better, then to wish vs one.
2323You know your places: God be with you all.
2324Tucket. Enter Montioy.
2325Mont. Once more I come to know of thee King Harry,
2326If for thy Ransome thou wilt now compound,
2328For certainly, thou art so neere the Gulfe,
2331Thy followers of Repentance; that their Soules
2332May make a peacefull and a sweet retyre
2338Bid them atchieue me, and then sell my bones.
2339Good God, why should they mock poore fellowes thus?
2340The man that once did sell the Lyons skin
2341While the beast liu'd, was kill'd with hunting him.
2342A many of our bodyes shall no doubt
2343Find Natiue Graues: vpon the which, I trust
2345And those that leaue their valiant bones in France,
2346Dying like men, though buryed in your Dunghills,
2348And draw their honors reeking vp to Heauen,
2349Leauing their earthly parts to choake your Clyme,
2351Marke then abounding valour in our English:
2352That being dead, like to the bullets crasing,
2354Killing in relapse of Mortalitie.
2356We are but Warriors for the working day:
2358With raynie Marching in the painefull field.
2359There's not a piece of feather in our Hoast:
2360Good argument (I hope) we will not flye:
2361And time hath worne vs into slouenrie.
2362But by the Masse, our hearts are in the trim:
2363And my poore Souldiers tell me, yet ere Night,
2364They'le be in fresher Robes, or they will pluck
2365The gay new Coats o're the French Souldiers heads,
2366And turne them out of seruice. If they doe this,
2368Will soone be leuyed.
2369Herauld, saue thou thy labour:
2370Come thou no more for Ransome, gentle Herauld,
2372Which if they haue, as I will leaue vm them,
2373Shall yeeld them little, tell the Constable.
2376King. I feare thou wilt once more come againe for a
2377Ransome.
2380The leading of the Vaward.
2381King. Take it, braue Yorke.
2382Now Souldiers march away,
2384Alarum. Excursions.
2385Enter Pistoll, French Souldier, Boy.
2388litee.
2393pend my words O Signieur Dewe, and marke: O Signieur
2394Dewe, thou dyest on point of Fox, except O Signieur
2395thou doe giue to me egregious Ransome.
2398I will fetch thy rymme out at thy Throat, in droppes of
2399Crimson blood.
2405Come hither boy, aske me this slaue in French what is his
2406Name.
2412Boy. I doe not know the French for fer, and ferret, and
2413firke.
2414Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat.
2418gorge.
2420thou giue me Crownes, braue Crownes; or mangled shalt
2421thou be by this my Sword.
2424vous donneray deux cent escus.
Boy. He