Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built Glo. My liege! Enter GLOSTER. K. Hen. My brother Gloster's voice?—Ay; [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The French Camp. Enter Dauphin, ORLEANS, RAMBURES, and Others. Orl. The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords. Dau. Montez a cheval:-My horse! valet! lacquay! ha! Orl. O brave spirit! Dau. Via!-les eaux et la terre Orl. Rien puis? l'air et le feu Dau. Ciel! cousin Orleans. Enter Constable. Now, my lord Constable! Con. Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh. That their hot blood may spin in English eyes, 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 embattled, you French peers. That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, 'Tis positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords, That our superfluous lackeys, and our peasants,— Who, in unnecessary action, swarm About our squares of battle,—were enough But that our honours must not. What's to say? And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound Enter GRANDPRE. Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of France? Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, With torch-staves in their hand: and their poor jades 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 guard; On, to the field: I will the banner from a trumpet take, And use it for my haste. Come, come away! SCENE III.-The English Camp. [Exeunt. Enter the English Host; GLOSTER, Bedford, Exeter, SALISBURY, and WESTMORELAND. Glo. Where is the king? Bed. The king himself is rode to view their battle. West. Of fighting men they have full threescore thou sand. Exe. There's five to one; besides, they are all fresh. Sal. God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds. God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge: If we no more meet, till we meet in heaven, Then, joyfully, my noble lord of Bedford, My dear lord Gloster,-and my good lord Exeter,And my kind kinsman,- warriors all, adieu! Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck go with thee! Exe. Farewell, kind lord; fight valiantly to-day: [Exit SALISBURY. Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness; Princely in both. West. O that we now had here Enter King HENRY. But one ten thousand of those men in England, K. Hen. What's he, that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland ?—No, my fair cousin: To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men the greater share of honour. Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not, if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: I am the most offending soul alive. No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, But he'll remember, with advantages, What feats he did that day: Then shall our names, |