of Henry the fift.
1570.1821Altho we did
seeme dead, we did but
slumber.
1573822Now we
speake vpon our kue, and our voyce is imperiall,
1574823England
shall repent her folly:
see her ra
shne
sse,
1575824And admire our
su
fferance. Which to raun
some,
1578825His pettine
sse would bow vnder:
1580826For the e
ffu
sion of our blood, his army is too weake:
1581827For the di
sgrace we have borne, him
selfe
1582828Kneeling at our feete, a weake and worthle
sse
sati
sfa
ction.
1583829To this, adde defyance. So much from the king my mai
ster.
1587830King. What is thy name? we know thy qualitie.
1589832King. Thou do
st thy o
ffice faire, returne thee backe,
1590833And tell thy King, I do not
seeke him now:
1591834But could be well content, without impeach,
835To march on to
Callis: for to
say the
sooth,
1593836Though tis no wi
sdome to confe
sse
so much
1594837Vnto an enemie of craft and vantage.
1595838My
souldiers are with
sickne
sse much infeebled,
1596839My Army le
ssoned, and tho
se fewe I haue,
1597840Almo
st no better then
so many French:
1598841Who when they were in heart, I tell thee Herauld,
1599842I thought vpon one paire of Engli
sh legges,
1600843Did march three French mens.
844Yet forgiue me God, that I do brag thus:
1601845This your heire of
France hath blowne this vice in me.
1602846I mu
st repent, go tell thy mai
ster here I am,
1604847My raun
some is this frayle and worthle
sse body,
1605848My Army but a weake and
sickly guarde.
1606849Yet God before, we will come on,
1607850If
France and
such an other neighbour
stood in our way:
1610851If we may pa
sse, we will: if we be hindered,
1611852We
shal your tawny ground with your red blood di
scolour.
1612853So
Montioy get you gone, there is for your paines:
1613854The
sum of all our an
swere is but this,
1614855We would not
seeke a battle as we are:
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