Edward III
Act IV, Scene 6
Poitou. Fields near Poitiers. A part of the field of battle.
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Alarum. Enter Prince Edward and Artois.
Robert of Artois
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How fares your grace? Are you not shot, my lord?
Prince Edward
2 - 3
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No, dear Artois; but choked with dust and smoke,
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And stepped aside for breath and fresher air.
Robert of Artois
4 - 8
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Breath, then, and to it again: the amazed French
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Are quite distract with gazing on the crows;
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And, were our quivers full of shafts again,
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Your grace should see a glorious day of this:—
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O, for more arrows, lord; that’s our want.
Prince Edward
9 - 17
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Courage, Artois! A fig for feather’d shafts,
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When feather’d fowls do bandy on our side.
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What need we fight, and sweat, and keep a coil,
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When railing crows outscold our adversaries?
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Up, up, Artois! The ground itself is armed
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With fire containing flint; command our bows
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To hurl away their pretty colore’d yew,
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And to it with stones: away, Artois, away!
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My soul doth prophecy we win the day.
