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And what have kings, that privates have not too,
1 Intrinsic value.
2 Stuffed, tumid.
That beats upon the high shore of this world, -
Erp. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your ab
sence, Seek through your camp to find you. K. Hen.
Good old knight, Collect them all together at my tent: I'll be before thee.
1 The sun.
lord. [Exit. K. Hen. O God of battles! steel my soldiers'
hearts ! Possess them not with fear; take from them now The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers Pluck their hearts from them !-Not to-day, O
0, not to-day, think not upon the fault
Glos. My liege!
K. Hen.. My brother Gloster's voice ?-Ay; I know thy errand; I will go with thee. The day, my friends, and all things stay for me.
The French camp.
Enter DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, RAMBURES, and others.
Orl. The sun doth gild our armor; up, my
lords. Dau. Montez à cheval :-My horse! valet ! lac
quay ! ha !
Orl. O brave spirit !
lord Constable ! Con. Hark, how our steeds for present service
neigh. Dau. Mount them, and make incision in their
That their hot blood may spin in English eyes,
blood ? How shall we then behold their natural tears ?
1 An old exclamation of encouragement.
Do them out, extinguish them.
Enter MESSENGER. Mes. The English are embattled, you French
peers. Con. To horse, you gallant princes! straight to
horse! Do but behold yon poor and starved band,
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 curtle-axe a stain, That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, And sheathe for lack of sport: let us but blow on
vapor of our valor will o'erturn them. '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 To purge this field of such a hilding 1 foe; T'hough 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-sonuance, and the note to mount: For our approach shall so much dare the field, That England shall couch down in fear, and yield.
2 An introductory florish.