What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poison'd flattery? O! be sick, great greatness, And bid thy ceremony give thee cure. Think'st thou the fiery fever will go out With titles blown from adulation? Will it give place to flexure and low-bending? Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's knee, Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave, Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace, Whose hours the peasant best advantages. Enter ERPINGHAM. Erp. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your absence, Seek through your camp to find you. K. Hen. Good old knight, [Exit. Collect them all together at my tent: Erp. I shall do't, my lord. K. Hen. O God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts; Possess them not with fear; take from them now O! not to-day, think not upon the fault Enter GLOUCESTER. Glou. My liege! K. Hen. My brother Gloucester's voice! Ay; I know thy errand, I will go with thee: The day, my friends, and all things stay for me. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The French Camp. Enter the DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, RAMBURES, Orl. The sun doth gild our armour: up, my lords! Dau. Montez à cheval! My horse! valet! lacquais! ha! Orl. O brave spirit! Dau. Via! les eaux et la terre! Orl. Rien puis? l'air et le feu ! Enter Constable. Now, my lord constable ! Con. Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh! Dau. Mount them, and make incision in their hides, That their hot blood may spin in English eyes, And dout them with superfluous courage, ha! Ram. What! will you have them weep our horses' blood? How shall we then behold their natural tears? Enter a Messenger. Mess. The English are embattail'd, you French peers, Con. To horse, you gallant princes! straight to horse! Do but behold yon poor and starved band, That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, And sheathe for lack of sport: let us but blow on them, The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. About our squares of battle, were enow But that our honours must not. What's to say And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd host, With torch-staves in their hand; and their poor jades Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips, To demonstrate the life of such a battle Con. They have said their prayers, and they stay for death. Dau. Shall we go send them dinners and fresh suits, And give their fasting horses provender, And after fight with them? Con. I stay but for my guidon: to the field! SCENE III. The English Camp. [Exeunt. Enter the English Host; GLOUCESTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, ŠALISBURY, and WESTMORELAND. Glou. Where is the king? Bed. The king himself is rode to view their battle. |