No more can feel but his own wringing. Art thou ought elfe but place, degree, and form, • Wherein thou art lefs happy, being fear'd, What drink'ft thou oft, instead of homage fweet, Think'st thou the fiery feaver will go out With titles blown from adulation? • Will it give place to flexure and low bending? Can't thou, when thou command'ft the beggar's ⚫ knee, Command the health of it? no, thou proud dream, Can fleep fo foundly; as the wretched flave, Sleeps Sleeps in Elyfium; next day after dawn What watch the King keeps to maintain the peace ; SCENE VI. Enter Erpingham. Erp. My lord, your nobles jealous of your abfence, Seek through your camp to find you. K. Henry. Good old Knight Collect them all together at my tent: Erp. I fhall do't, my lord. [Exit. K. Henry, O God of battels! fteel my foldiers hearts, Poffefs them not with fear: take from them now The fenfe of reck'ning of th'oppofed numbers Which stand before them. Not to-day, O Lord, O not to day, think not upon the fault My father made in compalling the crown. I Richard's body have interred new, And on it have beftow'd more contrite tears, Than from it iffu'd forced drops of blood. Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay, Who twice a-day their wither'd hands hold up Tow'rd heaven to pardon blood; and I have built Two chauntries, where the fad and folemn priests Sing ftill for Richard's foul. More will I do; Tho' all that I can do is nothing worth, Since Since that my penitence comes after all, Glou. My Liege. Enter Gloucefter. K. Henry. My brother Glo'fter's voice ? [Exeunt. Enter the Dauphin, Orleans, Rambures and Beaumont. lords. Orl. The fun doth gild our armour, up my * Con -up my lords. Dau. Monte Cheval my horfe, valet lacquay: ha! Dau. Voier les cieux & la terre. Orl. Rien puis le air & feu. Dau. Cien, Coufin Orleans. Enter Constable. Now my lord Constable! Con. Hark how our Steeds for prefent fervice neigh. Dau. Mount them and make incifion in their hides, That their hot blood may spin in English eyes, And daunt them with fuperfluous courage: ha! Ram. What, will you have them weep our Horses blood? How fhall we then behold their natural tears? Enter Meffenger. Meff. The English are embattell'd, you French Peers, Con. To horfe you gallant Princes, ftrait to horse. That our French gallants fhall to-day draw out, That our fuperfluous lacqueys and our peasants, What's to fay About our fquares of battel, were enow Enter Grandpree. Grand. Why do you ftay fo long, my lords of France? With torch-staves in their hand; and their poor jades TS Lyes Jymold, or rather gimmald, which fignifies a ring of two rounds. Gemellus, S. Lyes foul with chaw'd grafs, ftill and motionlefs; Con. They've faid their prayers, and they ftay for death. Dau.. Shall we go fend them dinners and fresh futes, And give their fafting Horfes provender, And after fight with them? Con I ftay but for my guard: on to the field; I will the banner from a trumpet take, And ufe it for my hafte. Come, come away, The fun is high, and we out-wear the day. [Exeunts Enter Gloucefter, Bedford, Exeter, Erpingham with all the Hoft, Salisbury and Weftmorland. HERE is the King Glou. W Bed. The King himself is rode to view their battle. Weft. Of fighting men they have full threefcore thousand. Exe. There's five to one, besides they are all fresh My dear lord Glo'fter, and my good lord Exeter, Red. Farewel, good Salisbury, and good luck go And with thee: yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, For thou art e made of the firm truth of valour. ex * fam'd... Exe |