2237.11071War. My Lords the French are very strong.

22451072Exe. There is fiue to one, and yet they all are fresh.

22431073War. Of fighting men they haue full fortie thousand.

22461074Sal. The oddes is all too great. Farewell kind Lords:

22501075Braue Clarence, and my Lord of Gloster,

22511076My Lord of Warwicke, and to all farewell.

22551077Clar. Farewell kind Lord, fight valiantly to day,

22531078And yet in truth, I do thee wrong,

22541079For thou art made on the rrue sparkes of honour.

22591081War. O would we had but ten thousand men

22611082Now at this instant, that doth not worke in England.

22621083King. Whose that, that wishes so, my Cousen Warwick?

22631084Gods will, I would not loose the honour

22661085One man would share from me,

2266.11086Not for my Kingdome.

22671087No faith my Cousen, wish not one man more,

22781088Rather proclaime it presently through our campe,

22791089That he that hath no stomacke to this feast,

22801090Let him depart, his pasport shall bee drawne,

22811091And crownes for conuoy put into his purse,

22821092We would not die in that mans company,

22831093That feares his fellowship to die with vs.

22841094This day is called the day of Cryspin,

22881095He that outliues this day, and sees old age,

22861096Shall stand a tiptoe when this day is named,

22871097And rowse him at the name of Cryspin.

22851098He that outliues this day, and comes safe home,

22891099Shall yearely on the vygill feast his friends,

22901100And say, to morrow is S. Cryspines day:

22981101Then shall we in their flowing bowles

22961102Be newly remembred. Harry the King,

1103Bedford and Exeter, Clarence and Gloster,

22971104Warwick and Yorke.

22951105Familiar in their mouthes as houshold words.

22991106This story shall the good man tell his sonne,

23011107And from this day, vnto the generall doome:

23021108But we in it shall be remembred.

23031109We fewe, we happie fewe, we bond of brothers,

23041110For he to day that sheads his blood by mine,

23051111Shalbe my brother: be he nere so base,

23061112This day shall gentle his condition.

22911113Then shall he strip his sleeues, and shew his skars

2291.11114And say, these wounds I had on Crispines day:

23071115And Gentlemen in England now a bed,

23081116Shall thinke themselues accurst,

23091117And hold their manhood cheape,

1118While any speake that fought with vs

23101119Vpon Saint Crispines day.

23121120Glost. My gracious Lord,

23131121The French is in the field.

23151122Kin. Why all things are ready, if our minds be so.

23161123War. Perish the man whose mind is backward now.

23171124King. Thou dost not wish more help frō England cousen?

23191125War. Gods will my Liege, would you and I alone,

23201126Without more helpe, might fight this battle out.

E 2 King. Why

23211127Why well said. That doth please me better,

23221128Then to wish me one. You know your charge,

23231129God be with you all.

23251131Herald. Once more I come to know of thee king Henry,

23261132What thou wilt giue for raunsome?

23351133Kin. Who hath sent thee now?

23361134Her. The Constable of France.

23371135Kin. I prethy beare my former answer backe:

23381136Bid them atchieue me, and then sell my bones.

23391137Good God, why should they mock good fellows(thus?

23401138The man that once did sell the Lions skin,

23411139While the beast liued, was kild with hunting him.

23421140A many of our bodies shall no doubt

23431141Finde graues within your realme of France:

23461142Tho buried in your dunghils, we shalbe famed,

23471143For there the Sun shall greete them,

23481144And draw vp their honors reaking vp to heauen,

23491145Leauing their earthly parts to choke your clyme:

23501146The smel wherof, shall breed a plague in France:

23511147Marke then abundant valour in our English,

23521148That being dead, like to the bullets crasing,

23531149Breakes forth into a second course of mischiefe,

23541150Killing in relaps of mortalitie:

23551151Let me speake proudly,

23591152Ther's not a peece of feather in our campe,

23601153Good argument I hope we shall not flye:

23611154And time hath worne vs into slouendry.

23621155But by the mas, our hearts are in the trim,

23631156And my poore souldiers tel me, yet ere night

23641157Thayle be in fresher robes, or they will plucke

23651158The gay new cloathes ore your French souldiers eares,

23661159And turne them out of seruice. If they do this,

23671160As if it please God they shall,

1161Then shall our ransome soone be leuied.

23691162Saue thou thy labour Herauld:

23701163Come thou no more for ransom, gentle Herauld.

23711164They shal haue nought I sweare, but these my bones:

23721165Which if they haue, as I wil leave am them,

23731166Will yeeld them litle, tell the Constable.

23741167Her. I shall deliuer so.

23791169Yorke. My gracious Lord, vpon my knee I craue,

23801170The leading of the vaward.

23811171Kin. Take it braue Yorke. Come souldiers lets away:

23831172And as thou pleasest God, dispose the day.