1378680Enter King of France Lord Constable, the Dolphin, 1380682King. Tis certaine he is pa
st the Riuer Some.
1384683Con. Mordeu ma via: Shall a few
spranes of vs,
The
of Henry the fift.
1385685The emptying of our fathers luxerie,
1389687Bur. Normanes, ba
sterd Normanes,
mor du 1390688And if they pa
sse vnfought withall,
1391689Ile
sell my Dukedome for a foggy farme
1393690In that
short nooke Ile of England.
1394691Const. Why whence haue they this mettall?
1395692Is not their clymate raw, foggy and colde.
1396693On whom as in di
sdaine, the Sunne lookes pale?
1398694Can barley broath, a drench for
swolne Iades
1397695Their
sodden water decockt
such liuely blood
? 1400696And
shall our quick blood
spirited with wine
1401697Seeme fro
sty? O for honour of our names,
1402698Let vs not hang like frozen Iice
sickles
1403699Vpon our hou
ses tops, while they a more fro
sty clymate
1404700Sweate drops of youthfull blood.
1441701King. Con
stable di
spatch,
send Montioy forth,
1443702To know what willing raun
some he will giue
? 1444703Sonne
Dolphin you
shall
stay in
Rone with me.
1445704Dol. Not
so I do be
seech your Maie
stie.