The Chronicle History of Henry the Fifth, with his battle fought at Agincourt in France, together with Ancient Pistol
1431Enter King Henry, Exeter, two Bishops, Clarence, and other 143.12attendants. 4Shall I call in th'ambassadors, my liege?
Not yet, my cousin, till we be resolved
1.31506Of some serious matters
151touching us and France.
God and his angels guard your sacred throne,
1.51548And make you long become it.
Sure we thank you.
156And good my lord, proceed:
1.715810Why the law Salic which they have in France
1.815911Or should or should not stop us in our claim;
1.916012And God forbid, my wise and learned lord,
1.1016113That you should fashion, frame, or wrest the same.
1.1116514For God doth know how many now in health
1.1216615Shall drop their blood in approbation
1.1316716Of what your reverence shall incite us to.
1.1416817Therefore take heed how you impawn our person,
1.1516918How you awake the sleeping sword of war;
1.1617019We charge you in the name of God, take heed.
1.1717620After this conjuration speak, my lord,
1.1817721And we will judge, note, and believe in heart
Then hear me, gracious sovereign, and you peers,
1.2218126Which owe your lives, your faith, and services
1.2428There is no bar
183to stay your highness' claim to France
1.2518429But one, which they produce from Pharamond:
1.2618630"No female shall succeed in Salic land."
1.2718731Which Salic land the French unjustly gloss
1.29189The founder of this law and female bar.
1.3019034Yet their own writers faithfully affirm
1.3119135That the land Salic lies in Germany,
1.3219236Between the floods of Saale and of Elbe,
1.3319337Where Charles the Fifth, having subdued the Saxons,
1.3419438There left behind and settled certain French,
1.3519539Who, holding in disdain the German women
1.3619640For some dishonest manners of their lives,
1.3842No female
198shall succeed in Salic land.
1.4020044Is at this time in Germany called Meissen.
1.4120145Thus doth it well appear the Salic law
1.4220246Was not devisèd for the realm of France,
1.4320347Nor did the French possess the Salic land
1.4420448Until four hundred one-and-twenty years
1.4520549After the function of King Pharamond,
1.4620650Godly supposed the founder of this law.
1.4721651Hugh Capet also, that usurped the crown,
1.4821952To fine his title with some show of truth --
1.4922053When in pure truth it was corrupt and naught --
1.5022154Conveyed himself as heir to the Lady Inger,
1.5123055Daughter to Charles, the foresaid Duke of Lorraine.
1.5223356So that as clear as is the summer's sun,
1.5323457King Pepin's title and Hugh Capet's claim,
1.5423558King Charles his satisfaction, all appear
1.5523659To hold in right and title of the female;
1.5623760So do the lords of France until this day,
1.5723861Howbeit they would hold up this Salic law
1.5823962To bar your highness claiming from the female,
1.5924063And rather choose to hide them in a net
1.6024164Than amply to embase their crooked causes,
1.6124265Usurped from you and your progenitors.
May we with right and conscience make this claim?
The sin upon my head, dread sovereign.
1.6424568For in the book of Numbers is it writ:
1.6524669"When the son dies, let the inheritance
1.6624770Descend unto the daughter." Noble lord,
1.6724871Stand for your own.
72Unwind your bloody flag.
1.6825073Go, my dread lord, to your great-grandsire's grave,
1.7025275And your great-uncle, Edward the Black Prince,
1.7125376Who on the French ground played a tragedy,
1.7225477Making defeat on the full power of France
1.7325578Whilst his most mighty father on a hill
1.7425679Stood smiling to behold his lion's whelp
1.7625881Oh, noble English, that could entertain
1.7725982With half their forces the full power of France
1.7826083And let another half stand laughing by,
1.7926184All out of work and cold for action!
We must not only arm us against the French,
1.8287Who will make road upon us
286with all advantages.
The Marches, gracious sovereign,
288shall be sufficient
1.8489To guard
289your England from the pilfering borderers.
We do not mean the coursing sneakers only,
1.8629191But fear the main intendment of the Scot,
1.8729392For you shall read, never my great-grandfather
1.8929594But that the Scot on his unfurnished kingdom
1.9029695Came pouring like the tide into a breach,
1.9130096That England, being empty of defenses,
1.9230197Hath shook and trembled at the bruit hereof.
She hath been then more feared than hurt, my lord,
1.9430399For hear her but exemplified by herself:
1.95304100When all her chivalry hath been in France
1.97306102She hath herself not only well defended,
1.98307103But taken and impounded as a stray
308the king of Scots,
1.99104Whom like a caitiff she did lead to France,
There is a saying very old and true:
1.105110Then with Scotland first begin."
1.108317113Would suck her eggs,
318playing the mouse in absence of the cat,
It follows then the cat must stay at home,
1.113324118Whilst that the armèd hand doth fight abroad,
1.115326120For government, though high or low
327being put into parts,
Like music. True: therefore doth heaven divide
1.120125For so live the honey bees,
335creatures that by awe
1.121126Ordain
336an act of order to a peopled kingdom.
1.123338128Where some like magistrates correct at home;
1.125340130Others, like soldiers armèd in their stings,
1.127342132Which pillage they with merry march bring home
1.137142As many several ways meet in one town,
1.142360Without defect.
147Therefore my liege, to France.
Call in the messenger sent from the dauphin, --
1.151370156And by your aid, the noble sinews of our land,
1.152371157France being ours, we'll bring it to our awe,
1.158382164Now are we well prepared to know the dauphin's pleasure,
Pleaseth your majesty to give us leave
We are no tyrant, but a Christian king,
1.166391172As are our wretches fettered in our prisons.
Then this in fine the dauphin saith:
1.171397177From your predecessor King Edward the Third,
1.172400178This he returns: he saith there's naught in France
1.175403181Therefore he sendeth, meeter for your study,
1.178406184Hear no more from you. This the dauphin saith.
What treasure, uncle?
What treasure, uncle? Tennis balls, my liege.
We are glad the dauphin is so pleasant with us.
1.182411189When we have matched our rackets to these balls,
1.184413191Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard.
1.185414192Tell him he hath made a match with such a wrangler
1.186415193That all the courts of France shall be disturbed
1.192199As 'tis common seen
422that men are merriest when they are
200from home.
1.193423201But tell the dauphin we will keep our state,
1.198428206But we will rise there with so full of glory,
1.201431209And tell him this: his mock
432hath turned his balls to gunstones,
1.202210And his soul
433shall sit sore charged for the wasteful vengeance
1.204435212Shall mock many a wife out of their dear husbands,
1.205436213Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down.
1.207438215That shall have cause to curse the dauphin's scorn.
1.210441Tell you the dauphin we are coming on
1.212219In a rightful cause.
444So get you hence and tell your prince
1.214446221When thousands weep more than did laugh at it. --
1.215447222Convey them with safe conduct; see them hence.
This was a merry message.
We hope to make the sender blush at it.
1.220459226We'll check the dauphin at his father's door.
1.221460227Therefore let every man now task his thought
1.222461228That this fair action may on foot be brought.