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Enter the DAUPHIN , ORLÉANS , RAMBURES , and others
Enter the DAUPHIN , ORLÉANS , RAMBURES , and others

ORLÉANS

The sun doth gild our armor. Up, my lords.

ORLÉANS

The sun doth gild our armor. Up, my lords.

DAUPHIN

Montez à cheval! My horse, varlet! Lackey! Ha!

DAUPHIN

Montez à cheval! My horse, varlet! Lackey! Ha!

ORLÉANS

O brave spirit!

ORLÉANS

O brave spirit!

DAUPHIN

Via les eaux et la terre.

DAUPHIN

Via les eaux et la terre.

ORLÉANS

Rien puis? L'air et feu?

ORLÉANS

Rien puis? L'air et feu?

DAUPHIN

Cieux, cousin Orléans.

DAUPHIN

Cieux, cousin Orléans.
Enter CONSTABLE
Enter CONSTABLE
Now, my Lord Constable?
Now, my Lord Constable?

CONSTABLE

Hark how our steeds for present service neigh.

CONSTABLE

Hark how our steeds for present service neigh.

DAUPHIN

Mount them and make incision in their hides,
10 That their hot blood may spin in English eyes
And dout them with superfluous courage. Ha!

DAUPHIN

Mount them and make incision in their hides,
That their hot blood may spin in English eyes
And dout them with superfluous courage. Ha!

RAMBURES

What, will you have them weep our horses' blood?
How shall we then behold their natural tears?

RAMBURES

What, will you have them weep our horses' blood?
How shall we then behold their natural tears?
Enter MESSENGER
Enter MESSENGER

MESSENGER

The English are embattled, you French peers.

MESSENGER

The English are embattled, you French peers.

CONSTABLE

15 To horse, you gallant princes, straight to horse.
Do but behold yond poor and starvèd band,
And your fair show shall suck away their souls,
Leaving them but the shales and husks of men.
There is not work enough for all our hands,
20 Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins
To give each naked curtal axe a stain,
That our French gallants shall today draw out
And sheathe for lack of sport. Let us but blow on them,
The vapor of our valor will o'erturn them.
25 'Tis positive against all exceptions, lords,
That our superfluous lackeys and our peasants,
Who in unnecessary action swarm
About our squares of battle, were enough
To purge this field of such a hilding foe,
30 Though we upon this mountain’s basis by
Took stand for idle speculation,
But that our honors must not. What’s to say?
A very little little let us do,
And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound
35 The tucket sonance and the note to mount,
For our approach shall so much dare the field
That England shall couch down in fear and yield.

CONSTABLE

To horse, you gallant princes, straight to horse.
Do but behold yond poor and starvèd band,
And your fair show shall suck away their souls,
Leaving them but the shales and husks of men.
There is not work enough for all our hands,
Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins
To give each naked curtal axe a stain,
That our French gallants shall today draw out
And sheathe for lack of sport. Let us but blow on them,
The vapor of our valor will o'erturn them.
'Tis positive against all exceptions, lords,
That our superfluous lackeys and our peasants,
Who in unnecessary action swarm
About our squares of battle, were enough
To purge this field of such a hilding foe,
Though we upon this mountain’s basis by
Took stand for idle speculation,
But that our honors must not. What’s to say?
A very little little let us do,
And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound
The tucket sonance and the note to mount,
For our approach shall so much dare the field
That England shall couch down in fear and yield.
Enter GRANDPRÉ
Enter GRANDPRÉ

GRANDPRÉ

Why do you stay so long, my lords of France?
Yond island carrions, desperate of their bones,
40 Ill-favoredly become the morning field.
Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose,
And our air shakes them passing scornfully.
Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggared host
And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps.

GRANDPRÉ

Why do you stay so long, my lords of France?
Yond island carrions, desperate of their bones,
Ill-favoredly become the morning field.
Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose,
And our air shakes them passing scornfully.
Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggared host
And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps.
45 The horsemen sit like fixèd candlesticks
With torch staves in their hand, and their poor jades
Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips,
The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes,
And in their pale dull mouths the gemeled bit
50 Lies foul with chawed grass, still and motionless.
And their executors, the knavish crows,
Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour.
Description cannot suit itself in words
To demonstrate the life of such a battle
55 In life so lifeless, as it shows itself.
The horsemen sit like fixèd candlesticks
With torch staves in their hand, and their poor jades
Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips,
The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes,
And in their pale dull mouths the gemeled bit
Lies foul with chawed grass, still and motionless.
And their executors, the knavish crows,
Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour.
Description cannot suit itself in words
To demonstrate the life of such a battle
In life so lifeless, as it shows itself.

CONSTABLE

They have said their prayers, and they stay for death.

CONSTABLE

They have said their prayers, and they stay for death.

DAUPHIN

Shall we go send them dinners and fresh suits,
And give their fasting horses provender,
And after fight with them?

DAUPHIN

Shall we go send them dinners and fresh suits,
And give their fasting horses provender,
And after fight with them?

CONSTABLE

60 I stay but for my guard. On, to the field!
I will the banner from a trumpet take
And use it for my haste. Come, come away.
The sun is high, and we outwear the day.

CONSTABLE

I stay but for my guard. On, to the field!
I will the banner from a trumpet take
And use it for my haste. Come, come away.
The sun is high, and we outwear the day.
Exeunt
Exeunt

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Enter the DAUPHIN , ORLÉANS , RAMBURES , and others
Enter the DAUPHIN , ORLÉANS , RAMBURES , and others

ORLÉANS

The sun doth gild our armor. Up, my lords.

ORLÉANS

The sun doth gild our armor. Up, my lords.

DAUPHIN

Montez à cheval! My horse, varlet! Lackey! Ha!

DAUPHIN

Montez à cheval! My horse, varlet! Lackey! Ha!

ORLÉANS

O brave spirit!

ORLÉANS

O brave spirit!

DAUPHIN

Via les eaux et la terre.

DAUPHIN

Via les eaux et la terre.

ORLÉANS

Rien puis? L'air et feu?

ORLÉANS

Rien puis? L'air et feu?

DAUPHIN

Cieux, cousin Orléans.

DAUPHIN

Cieux, cousin Orléans.
Enter CONSTABLE
Enter CONSTABLE
Now, my Lord Constable?
Now, my Lord Constable?

CONSTABLE

Hark how our steeds for present service neigh.

CONSTABLE

Hark how our steeds for present service neigh.

DAUPHIN

Mount them and make incision in their hides,
10 That their hot blood may spin in English eyes
And dout them with superfluous courage. Ha!

DAUPHIN

Mount them and make incision in their hides,
That their hot blood may spin in English eyes
And dout them with superfluous courage. Ha!

RAMBURES

What, will you have them weep our horses' blood?
How shall we then behold their natural tears?

RAMBURES

What, will you have them weep our horses' blood?
How shall we then behold their natural tears?
Enter MESSENGER
Enter MESSENGER

MESSENGER

The English are embattled, you French peers.

MESSENGER

The English are embattled, you French peers.

CONSTABLE

15 To horse, you gallant princes, straight to horse.
Do but behold yond poor and starvèd band,
And your fair show shall suck away their souls,
Leaving them but the shales and husks of men.
There is not work enough for all our hands,
20 Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins
To give each naked curtal axe a stain,
That our French gallants shall today draw out
And sheathe for lack of sport. Let us but blow on them,
The vapor of our valor will o'erturn them.
25 'Tis positive against all exceptions, lords,
That our superfluous lackeys and our peasants,
Who in unnecessary action swarm
About our squares of battle, were enough
To purge this field of such a hilding foe,
30 Though we upon this mountain’s basis by
Took stand for idle speculation,
But that our honors must not. What’s to say?
A very little little let us do,
And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound
35 The tucket sonance and the note to mount,
For our approach shall so much dare the field
That England shall couch down in fear and yield.

CONSTABLE

To horse, you gallant princes, straight to horse.
Do but behold yond poor and starvèd band,
And your fair show shall suck away their souls,
Leaving them but the shales and husks of men.
There is not work enough for all our hands,
Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins
To give each naked curtal axe a stain,
That our French gallants shall today draw out
And sheathe for lack of sport. Let us but blow on them,
The vapor of our valor will o'erturn them.
'Tis positive against all exceptions, lords,
That our superfluous lackeys and our peasants,
Who in unnecessary action swarm
About our squares of battle, were enough
To purge this field of such a hilding foe,
Though we upon this mountain’s basis by
Took stand for idle speculation,
But that our honors must not. What’s to say?
A very little little let us do,
And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound
The tucket sonance and the note to mount,
For our approach shall so much dare the field
That England shall couch down in fear and yield.
Enter GRANDPRÉ
Enter GRANDPRÉ

GRANDPRÉ

Why do you stay so long, my lords of France?
Yond island carrions, desperate of their bones,
40 Ill-favoredly become the morning field.
Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose,
And our air shakes them passing scornfully.
Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggared host
And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps.

GRANDPRÉ

Why do you stay so long, my lords of France?
Yond island carrions, desperate of their bones,
Ill-favoredly become the morning field.
Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose,
And our air shakes them passing scornfully.
Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggared host
And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps.
45 The horsemen sit like fixèd candlesticks
With torch staves in their hand, and their poor jades
Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips,
The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes,
And in their pale dull mouths the gemeled bit
50 Lies foul with chawed grass, still and motionless.
And their executors, the knavish crows,
Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour.
Description cannot suit itself in words
To demonstrate the life of such a battle
55 In life so lifeless, as it shows itself.
The horsemen sit like fixèd candlesticks
With torch staves in their hand, and their poor jades
Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips,
The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes,
And in their pale dull mouths the gemeled bit
Lies foul with chawed grass, still and motionless.
And their executors, the knavish crows,
Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour.
Description cannot suit itself in words
To demonstrate the life of such a battle
In life so lifeless, as it shows itself.

CONSTABLE

They have said their prayers, and they stay for death.

CONSTABLE

They have said their prayers, and they stay for death.

DAUPHIN

Shall we go send them dinners and fresh suits,
And give their fasting horses provender,
And after fight with them?

DAUPHIN

Shall we go send them dinners and fresh suits,
And give their fasting horses provender,
And after fight with them?

CONSTABLE

60 I stay but for my guard. On, to the field!
I will the banner from a trumpet take
And use it for my haste. Come, come away.
The sun is high, and we outwear the day.

CONSTABLE

I stay but for my guard. On, to the field!
I will the banner from a trumpet take
And use it for my haste. Come, come away.
The sun is high, and we outwear the day.
Exeunt
Exeunt