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The French camp.
[Enter LEWIS and his train]
LEWIS
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The sun | of heaven |(methought)| was loath | to
set;
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But stayed,| and made | the west|ern welk|in
blush,
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When Eng|lish meas|ure back|ward their / own
ground
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In faint | retire:| Oh brave|ly came | we off,
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When with | a vol|ley of | our need|less shot,
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After | such^bloo|dy toil,| we bid | good night,
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And wound | our tat|tering col|ors clear|ly up,
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Last in | the field,| and al|most lords | of it.
[Enter a Messenger]
MESSENGER
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Where is | my prince,| the Dauph|in?
LEWIS
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Here:| what news?
MESSENGER
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The Count | Melun | is slain:| the Eng|lish lords
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By his | persua|sion, are a|gain fallen off,
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And your | supply,| which you | have wished | so
long,
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Are cast | away,| and sunk | on Good|win Sands.
LEWIS
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Ah foul,| shrewd news. Beshrew | thy ve|ry heart:
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I did | not think | to be | so sad | tonight
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As this | hath made | me. Who | was he | that
said
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King John | did fly | an hour | or two | before
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The stumb|ling night | did part | our wea|ry
powers?
MESSENGER
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Whoev|er spoke | it, it | is true | my lord.
LEWIS
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Well: keep good quarter, and good care
tonight, ????
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The day | shall not | be up | so soon | as I,
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To try | the fair | advent|ure of to|morrow.
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[Exeunt]