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Henry V

Act III, Scene 5

The same.
 
[Enter the KING OF FRANCE, the DAUPHIN, the DUKE oF BOURBON, the Constable Of France, and others]
 
KING OF FRANCE
            ,        ,           ,          ,       ,
      'Tis cer|tain he | hath passed | the ri|ver Somme.
 
CONSTABLE
           ,       ,          ,         ,         ,
      And if | he be | not fought | withal,| my lord,
       ,             ,          ,       Tx     T   T
      Let us | not live | in France:| let us quit all,
            ,     ,    ,          2     ,   2       ,
      And give | our vine/yards to a | barbarous | people.
 
DAUPHIN
          ,        ,               ,     ,         ,
      O Dieu | vivant:| shall a / few sprays | of us,
           ,     ,      2     ,         ,    ,
      The emp|tying | of our fa|thers' lux|ury,
           ,        ,         ,         ,        ,
      Our sci|ons, put | in wild | and sa|vage stock,
        T    T  T    ,         ,   2       ,
      Spirt up so | sudden|ly in|to the clouds,
          ,      ,            ,
      And o|verlook | their graf|ters?
 
BOURBON
       ,         ,      ,         ,         ,        ,         oo
      Nor|mans, but || bastard | Normans,| Norman | bastards:|
        ,           ,     T   T    T        ,
      Mort de | ma vie,| if they march | along
           ,         ,     ,   2         ,         ,
      Unfought | withal,| but I will | sell my | dukedom,
          ,        ,     ,      2   ,       ,
      To buy | a slob|bery | and a dir|ty farm
                  ,    ,        ,        ,    ,
      In that / nook-shot|ten isle | of Al|bion.
 
CONSTABLE
        ,             ,       ,            ,          ,
      Dieu de | batailles,| where have | they this | mettle?
          ,           ,        ,       ,          ,
      Is not | their cli|mate fog|gy, raw,| and dull?
           ,        ,       ,      .   T    T     T
      On whom,| as in | despite,| the sun looks pale,
       ,                ,             ,            x      ,
      Killing | their fruit | with frowns?| Can sodden | water,
           ,                 ,     ,            ,        ,
      A drench | for sur-/reined jades,| their bar|ley-broth,
          ,            ,      ,              ,   2     ,
      Decoct | their cold | blood to | such va|liant heat?
            ,           ,       ,      ,                ,
      And shall | our quick | blood, spi/rited | with wine,
        T    T  T   ,         ,        2      ,
      Seem frosty?| O, for | honor | of our land,
       ,             ,          ,      ,     ,
      Let us | not hang | like ro|ping i|cicles
        ,         ,          ,        T   .   T    T       ,     ->
      Upon | our hou|ses' thatch,| whiles a more fros||ty peo|ple
        ,       ,         ,          ,               ,      __
      Sweat | drops of | gallant | youth in || our rich | fields:
        T   T   T           ,           ,        ,   ->
      Poor we call | them, in || their na|tive lords.
 
DAUPHIN
           ,          ,     o
      By faith | and ho|nor,
           ,        ,        ,         ,       ,
      Our ma|dams mock | at us,| and plain|ly say,
           ,             ,   ,          ,           ,
      Our met|tle is / bred out,| and they | will give
             ,       ,         ,        ,         ,
      Their bo|dies to | the lust | of Eng|lish youth,
       .  T    T      T           ,        ,     ,
      To new-store France | with bas|tard war|riors.
 
BOURBON
            ,     ,           ,        ,          ,
      They bid | us to | the Eng|lish dan|cing-schools,
            ,        ,        ,          ,        ,      ->
      And teach | lavol|tas high,| and swift | coran||tos,
       ,     2      ,         ,     ,         ,
      Say|ing our grace | is on|ly in | our heels,
            ,               ,   ,      ,     ,
      And that | we are / most lof|ty run|aways.
 
KING OF FRANCE
        ,          T  T   .   T         ,           ,
      Where is | Montjoy the her|ald? Speed | him hence,
       ,          ,    ,           2        ,       ,
      Let him | greet Eng/land with our | sharp de|fiance.
           ,        ,            x         ,       ,
      Up^prin|ces, and | with spirit | of ho|nor edged,
              ,        ,            ,      ,             ,
      More* shar|per than | your swords,| hie to | the field:
         T     T .  T       ,   ,                 ,
      Charles Delabreth,| high con/stable | of France,
            ,         ,           ,   ,      2      ,
      You Dukes | of Or|leans*, Bour|bon, and of | Berri,
        ,        ,         ,         ,      ,
      Alen|con, Bra|bant, Bar,| and Bur|gundy,
          ,        ,           ,       ,      ,
      Jacques Cha|tillon,| Rambu|res, Vau|demont,
        ,           ,          ,             ,       ,
      Beaumont*,| Grandpre*,| Roussi*,| and Fau|conberg,
        ,         ,            ,           ,     ,
      Foix, Le|strale, Bou|ciqualt,| and Char|olois,
        T    T      T       ,         Tx      T     .    T
      High dukes, great | princes,| barons, lords, and kings;
         2       ,       T    T    T               ,      ,
      For your great | seats now quit | you of / great shames.
       T   T  .  T                  ,      ,            ,
      Bar Harry Eng|land, that / sweeps through | our land
            ,         ,   ,    2        ,         ,
      With pen|nons pain|ted in the | blood of | Harflew:
        ,             ,         ,         ,        ,
      Rush on | his host,| as doth | the mel|ted snow
        ,         ,                 ,   ,        ,
      Upon | the val|leys, whose / low vas|sal seat,
            ,           ,          ,          ,       ,
      The Alps | doth spit,| and void | his rheum | upon.
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      Go down | upon | him, you | have power | enough,
           ,      ,        ,    2    ,      ,
      And in | a cap|tive cha|riot, in|to Rouen
        ,              ,    2
      Bring him | our pri|soner.
 
CONSTABLE
                                  ,        ,           ,
                                This | becomes | the great.
       ,         ,        ,              ,  ,
      Sorry | am I | his num|bers are / so few,
           ,          ,         ,         ,           ,
      His sol|diers sick,| and fam|ished in | their march:
          ,        ,      ,    2         ,         ,
      For I | am sure,| when he shall | see our | army,
              ,          ,      ,           ,         ,
      He'll drop | his heart | into | the sink | of fear,
       ,     2     ,          ,       ,        ,
      And for a|chievement,| offer | us his | ransom.
 
KING OF FRANCE
             ,      ,   ,             T    T   T    ,  ->
      Therefore | lord con/stable,| haste on Mont||joy.
             ,         ,        ,            2     ,
      And | let him | say to | England | that we send
           ,          ,        ,       ,          ,
      To know | what wil|ling ran|som he | will give.
         ,    ,                      ,          ,        ,
      Prince Dau/phin, you | shall stay | with us | in Rouen.
 
DAUPHIN
           ,      ,       ,           ,    ,
      Not so,| I do | beseech | your ma|jesty.
 
KING OF FRANCE
          ,         ,          ,         ,          ,
      Be pa|tient, for | you shall | remain | with us.
             ,       ,   ,                 ,       ,
      Now* forth | lord con/stable,| and prin|ces all,
            ,        ,          ,        ,           ,
      And quick|ly bring | us word | of Eng|land's fall.
 
[Exeunt]

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