1380King. 'Tis certaine he hath past the Riuer Some.

1381Const. And if he be not fought withall, my Lord,

1382Let vs not liue in France: let vs quit all,

1383And giue our Vineyards to a barbarous People.

1384Dolph. O Dieu viuant: Shall a few Sprayes of vs,

1385The emptying of our Fathers Luxurie,

1386Our Syens, put in wilde and sauage Stock,

1387Spirt vp so suddenly into the Clouds,

1388And ouer-looke their Grafters?

1389Brit. Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bastards:

1390Mort du ma vie, if they march along

1391Vnfought withall, but I will sell my Dukedome,

1392To buy a slobbry and a durtie Farme

1393In that nooke-shotten Ile of Albion.

1394Const. Dieu de Battailes, where haue they this mettell?

1395Is not their Clymate foggy, raw, and dull?

1396On whom, as in despight, the Sunne lookes pale,

1397Killing their Fruit with frownes. Can sodden Water,

1398A Drench for sur-reyn'd Iades, their Barly broth,

1399Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?

1400And shall our quick blood, spirited with Wine,

1401Seeme frostie? O, for honor of our Land,

1402Let vs not hang like roping Isyckles

1403Vpon our Houses Thatch, whiles a more frostie People

1404Sweat drops of gallant Youth in our rich fields:

1405Poore we call them, in their Natiue Lords.

1406Dolphin. By Faith and Honor,

1407Our Madames mock at vs, and plainely say,

1408Our Mettell is bred out, and they will giue

1409Their bodyes to the Lust of English Youth,

1410To new-store France with Bastard Warriors.

1411Brit. They bid vs to the English Dancing-Schooles,

1412And teach Lauolta's high, and swift Carranto's,

1413Saying, our Grace is onely in our Heeles,

1414And that we are most loftie Run-awayes.

1415King. Where is Montioy the Herald? speed him hence,

1416Let him greet England with our sharpe defiance.

1417Vp Princes, and with spirit of Honor edged,

1418More sharper then your Swords, high to the field:

1419Charles Delabreth, High Constable of France,

1420You Dukes of Orleance, Burbon, and of Berry,

1421Alanson, Brabant, Bar, and Burgonie,

1422Iaques Chattillion, Rambures, Vandemont,

1423Beumont, Grand Pree, Roussi, and Faulconbridge,

1424Loys, Lestrale, Bouciquall, and Charaloyes,

1425High Dukes, great Princes, Barons, Lords, and Kings;

1426For your great Seats, now quit you of great shames:

1427Barre Harry England, that sweepes through our Land

1428With Penons painted in the blood of Harflew:

1429Rush on his Hoast, as doth the melted Snow

1430Vpon the Valleyes, whose low Vassall Seat,

1431The Alpes doth spit, and void his rhewme vpon.

1432Goe downe vpon him, you haue Power enough,

1433And in a Captiue Chariot, into Roan

1434Bring him our Prisoner.

1435Const. This becomes the Great.

1436Sorry am I his numbers are so few,

1437His Souldiers sick, and famisht in their March:

1438For I am sure, when he shall see our Army,

1439Hee'le drop his heart into the sinck of feare,

1440And for atchieuement, offer vs his Ransome.

1441King. Therefore Lord Constable, hast on Montioy,

1442And let him say to England, that we send,

1443To know what willing Ransome he will giue.

1444Prince Dolphin, you shall stay with vs in Roan.

1445Dolph. Not so, I doe beseech your Maiestie.

1446King. Be patient, for you shall remaine with vs.

1447Now forth Lord Constable, and Princes all,

1448And quickly bring vs word of Englands fall. Exeunt.