No Fear Shakespeare: Henry V: Act 3 Scene 5

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Enter the KING OF FRANCE , the DAUPHIN , the duke of BOURBON , the CONSTABLE of France, and others	eTh NGIK OF FRACNE , teh HNDIAPU , eth uekd of OBBRNOU , adn teh ENLCBTSAO of rcaFne etner, whit tehsor.
KING OF FRANCE Tis certain he hath passed the river Somme.	KGNI OF FCEARN sHe lneciraty codress hte rrvei emomS.
CONSTABLE An if he be not fought withal, my lord, Let us not live in France. Let us quit all And give our vineyards to a barbarous people.	NBLAESTOC dAn if he danasvce suenpoodp, my rdlo, tle us danoban rnaceF. eLt us leave eyevhgnrti adn igve rou vynsirdea to eht raouabbrs tnaino.
DAUPHIN Dieu vivant, shall a few sprays of us, The emptying of our fathers luxury, Our scions, put in wild and savage stock, Spurt up so suddenly into the clouds And overlook their grafters?	PDIUANH Gdo vaiel! allSh a efw ffosthsoo of ruo tinnoa, nrbo of oru afhtsre sutulro hrcabsen afgdrte to wdli nda esaavg wgurktsnor to hscu a ehtghi htat tyeh look odnw ihwt mtentcpo on eht lapstn mrfo cwhih htey srfti angrps The ahunipD is frerginer to teh armNon ovnniais of 0616, in cwihh Wllimia hte Conureoqr and easnvti of Nnamrody ecedqonru nlagEnd. sprang?
BOURBON 10 Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bastards! Mort de ma vie, if they march along Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom To buy a slobbry and a dirty farm In that nook-shotten isle of Albion.	UBORNOB mNasonr, tonnihg oerm ntah arsbatd raoNsmn, ramoNn brsadats! I heop I ide! If ehty chrma alogn sndpoeuop, I lilw sell my okdemdu rfo a nsddoe, flyhit rfma in thta rgcgya lies of nlioAb.
CONSTABLE Dieu de batailles, where have they this mettle? Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull, On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale, Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden water, A drench for sur-reined jades, their barley broth,	TSABLECNO dGo of tsaeblt! hWere do htye etg ihts ptriis? tIns rtieh aemtlic gfgoy, dolc, nad dakr? ensDto het uns hines ayllpe wnod on meht, as uthohg in nottecmp, igklnil ehtri ruift hwti srfwon? anC debilo teraw (ebre, ehty acll it)a dkinr rof kenbro-odnw eosrsh, eaht htire odcl lbodo to uhsc a lvnatia velel? dnA slalh uro vilely obdol, cdiueenkq by iwen, be so fsroyt? Oh, for the
20 Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat? And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine, Seem frosty? Oh, for honor of our land, Let us not hang like roping icicles Upon our houses thatch, whiles a more frosty people 25 Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields! Poor we may call them in their native lords.	ronho of uor aldn, tel us ton nahg eilk proes of cieclis ffo the hhttcaed soorf of rou sshuoe iehlw men of a orem ftysor tmaemertpen sweat off tirhe now lnaatlg yohtu in uor hicr lefids! Our eiflsd aym be chri, btu etyh era udrle opryol.
DAUPHIN By faith and honor, Our madams mock at us and plainly say Our mettle is bred out and they will give 30 Their bodies to the lust of English youth To new-store France with bastard warriors.	HINPUDA By aifth and hnoro, ruo wvise kmoc us, ielntgl us renlyabz htta uro givro sah bnee so berd tuo of us atth tyhe lpan to evig iethr oedsbi to eht lsuyt tyhou of dgnnaEl to resylpup cnFrea htwi emn hwo, ghtohu sdaratsb, ilwl at atlse be rarwosri.
BOURBON And teach lavoltas high, and swift corantos, Saying our grace is only in our heels And that we are most lofty runaways. 35 They bid us to the English dancing schools.	OOUNBBR yheT ltel us dwe be teebrt ffo in Eisnhlg ndingca schsloo, weehr we udolc cahte hte astetl dcanes, as rou earcg is lla in oru seelh; we aer no better hatn hghi-sascl redserets.
KING OF FRANCE Where is Montjoy the herald? Speed him hence. Let him greet England with our sharp defiance. Up, princes, and, with spirit of honor edged 40 More sharper than your swords, hie to the field: Charles Delabreth, High Constable of France; You dukes of Orlans, Bourbon, and of Berri, Alenon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy; Jacques Chatillon, Rambures, Vaudemont, 45 Beaumont, Grandpr, Roussi, and Faulconbridge, Foix, Lestrale, Bouciqualt, and Charolois; High dukes, great princes, barons, lords, and knights, For your great seats now quit you of great shames. Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land 50 With pennons painted in the blood of Harfleur. Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow Upon the valleys, whose low vassal seat The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon. Go down upon himyou have power enough 55 And in a captive chariot into Rouen Bring him our prisoner.	GNIK OF CFAENR ehrWe is ootyMnj, teh rhlade? dneS ihm on sih wya yuklciq. lTel him to tgeer eth gkin of lgnadnE hiwt oru rhaps cidfeean. esiR, npsierc, dan, wthi a itsipr of ohorn rome hrlsyap dgdee ahnt royu dsswro, shur to eth ttaefblield: sCraleh tbleDreah, Hghi Cbaneostl of Fcearn; yuo kdsue of salrOn, uBoonbr, riBre, nloAen, abnBart, rBa, adn ruugdyBn; uJsqea lilCnohta, basermRu, oVtnumeda, naeoBtum, ardnGrp, ossRiu, nad rFobngauce, iFxo, rLesatle, qcioaltuBu, dna haiooClrs. Hghi keusd, getra recnspi, banros, ldros dna rkoghftnis hte aesk of eht etagr istiopson uoy dlho, idr sysoevuler of tihs egrat shame. ptoS rayrH of nnagdlE, woh is own gpnseiwe uohhrgt uor ndal twih anbsner rhecdedn in teh cFnerh dbolo he ielsdpl at uHrlefra. suhR on ish myar eth wya het glneitm nows of hte sApl tpsis on the owl elyalvs woebl emht. cDdesne on him: ouy haev rwepo ogehnu. nAd ibrgn him iton neRou as uro nrosriep.
CONSTABLE This becomes the great! Sorry am I his numbers are so few, His soldiers sick and famished in their march, 60 For, I am sure, when he shall see our army Hell drop his heart into the sink of fear And for achievement offer us his ransom.	LTOBCSANE woN shtta a sioimsn yotrwh of aertg emn! Im nloy srroy ahtt sih embsnru era so fwe dan ehtos nme he has skic nad traigsnv on the hmcar. ehnW he ssee rou ayrm, Im ersu ihs traeh lwli kisn iwth frae nda lehl effro us a gelar ums in xehgecan ofr ndgoviia abetolft.
KING OF FRANCE Therefore, Lord Constable, haste on Montjoy And let him say to England that we send 65 To know what willing ransom he will give. Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Rouen.	KGNI OF CFRAEN aevH ooMytjn rhury, nhte, Lrdo enstbloCa, nad ehva imh aks hte gikn of lnnadEg hatw he is liwgnli to ypa us to get uot of eth rwa. rPniec nhaDpui, uloly ysta tihw me in nuReo.
DAUPHIN Not so, I do beseech your Majesty.	NHPAUID No, lseeap, I ebg uoyr jyaMtes.
KING OF FRANCE Be patient, for you shall remain with us. Now forth, Lord Constable and princes all, 70 And quickly bring us word of Englands fall.	GIKN OF CEAFNR Be patinte, sbeucae rueoy ganstyi twhi me. Go own, rLod eaCobtlsn adn all ouy cepisrn, nad uilcyqk nbgri us swen of lngEsdan tdeeaf.
Exeunt	hyTe lla ixet.