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  • Title: Henry V (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: James D. Mardock
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-409-7

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: James D. Mardock
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    Henry V (Folio 1, 1623)

    Enter the King of France, the Dolphin, the
    Constable of France, and others.
    1380King. 'Tis certaine he hath past the Riuer Some.
    Const. And if he be not fought withall, my Lord,
    Let vs not liue in France: let vs quit all,
    And giue our Vineyards to a barbarous People.
    Dolph. O Dieu viuant: Shall a few Sprayes of vs,
    1385The emptying of our Fathers Luxurie,
    Our Syens, put in wilde and sauage Stock,
    Spirt vp so suddenly into the Clouds,
    And ouer-looke their Grafters?
    Brit. Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bastards:
    1390Mort du ma vie, if they march along
    Vnfought withall, but I will sell my Dukedome,
    80The Life of Henry the Fift.
    To buy a slobbry and a durtie Farme
    In that nooke-shotten Ile of Albion.
    Const. Dieu de Battailes, where haue they this mettell?
    1395Is not their Clymate foggy, raw, and dull?
    On whom, as in despight, the Sunne lookes pale,
    Killing their Fruit with frownes. Can sodden Water,
    A Drench for sur-reyn'd Iades, their Barly broth,
    Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?
    1400And shall our quick blood, spirited with Wine,
    Seeme frostie? O, for honor of our Land,
    Let vs not hang like roping Isyckles
    Vpon our Houses Thatch, whiles a more frostie People
    Sweat drops of gallant Youth in our rich fields:
    1405Poore we call them, in their Natiue Lords.
    Dolphin. By Faith and Honor,
    Our Madames mock at vs, and plainely say,
    Our Mettell is bred out, and they will giue
    Their bodyes to the Lust of English Youth,
    1410To new-store France with Bastard Warriors.
    Brit. They bid vs to the English Dancing-Schooles,
    And teach Lauolta's high, and swift Carranto's,
    Saying, our Grace is onely in our Heeles,
    And that we are most loftie Run-awayes.
    1415King. Where is Montioy the Herald? speed him hence,
    Let him greet England with our sharpe defiance.
    Vp Princes, and with spirit of Honor edged,
    More sharper then your Swords, high to the field:
    Charles Delabreth, High Constable of France,
    1420You Dukes of Orleance, Burbon, and of Berry,
    Alanson, Brabant, Bar, and Burgonie,
    Iaques Chattillion, Rambures, Vandemont,
    Beumont, Grand Pree, Roussi, and Faulconbridge,
    Loys, Lestrale, Bouciquall, and Charaloyes,
    1425High Dukes, great Princes, Barons, Lords, and Kings;
    For your great Seats, now quit you of great shames:
    Barre Harry England, that sweepes through our Land
    With Penons painted in the blood of Harflew:
    Rush on his Hoast, as doth the melted Snow
    1430Vpon the Valleyes, whose low Vassall Seat,
    The Alpes doth spit, and void his rhewme vpon.
    Goe downe vpon him, you haue Power enough,
    And in a Captiue Chariot, into Roan
    Bring him our Prisoner.
    1435Const. This becomes the Great.
    Sorry am I his numbers are so few,
    His Souldiers sick, and famisht in their March:
    For I am sure, when he shall see our Army,
    Hee'le drop his heart into the sinck of feare,
    1440And for atchieuement, offer vs his Ransome.
    King. Therefore Lord Constable, hast on Montioy,
    And let him say to England, that we send,
    To know what willing Ransome he will giue.
    Prince Dolphin, you shall stay with vs in Roan.
    1445Dolph. Not so, I doe beseech your Maiestie.
    King. Be patient, for you shall remaine with vs.
    Now forth Lord Constable, and Princes all,
    And quickly bring vs word of Englands fall. Exeunt.