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Henry V: Act 3, Scene 5

Henry V
Act 3, Scene 5

Rouen. Another room in the French King’s palace.

  1. Enter the King of France, the Dauphin, the Duke of Britain,
  2. the Constable of France, and others.

French King

3
  1. ’Tis certain he hath pass’d the river Somme.

Constable of France

4 - 6
  1. And if he be not fought withal, my lord,
  2. Let us not live in France; let us quit all,
  3. And give our vineyards to a barbarous people.

Dauphin

7 - 11
  1. O Dieu vivant! Shall a few sprays of us,
  2. The emptying of our fathers’ luxury,
  3. Our scions, put in wild and savage stock,
  4. Spirt up so suddenly into the clouds
  5. And overlook their grafters?

Duke of Britain

12 - 16
  1. Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bastards!
  2. Mort Dieu, ma vie! If they march along
  3. Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom,
  4. To buy a slobb’ry and a dirty farm
  5. In that nook-shotten isle of Albion.

Constable of France

17 - 28
  1. Dieu de batailles! Where have they this mettle?
  2. Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull,
  3. On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale,
  4. Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden water,
  5. A drench for sur-rein’d jades, their barley-broth,
  6. Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?
  7. And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine,
  8. Seem frosty? O, for honor of our land,
  9. Let us not hang like roping icicles
  10. Upon our houses’ thatch, whiles a more frosty people
  11. Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields!
  12. Poor we call them in their native lords!

Dauphin

29 - 33
  1. By faith and honor,
  2. Our madams mock at us, and plainly say
  3. Our mettle is bred out, and they will give
  4. Their bodies to the lust of English youth
  5. To new-store France with bastard warriors.

Duke of Britain

34 - 37
  1. They bid us to the English dancing-schools,
  2. And teach lavoltas high and swift corantos,
  3. Saying our grace is only in our heels,
  4. And that we are most lofty runaways.

French King

38 - 57
  1. Where is Montjoy the herald? Speed him hence,
  2. Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.
  3. Up, princes, and, with spirit of honor edged
  4. More sharper than your swords, hie to the field!
  5. Charles Delabreth, High Constable of France,
  6. You Dukes of Orléans, Bourbon, and of Berri,
  7. Alanson, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy,
  8. Jacques Chatillion, Rambures, Vaudemont,
  9. Beaumont, Grandpré, Roussi, and Faulconbridge,
  10. Foix, Lestrake, Bouciqualt, and Charolois;
  11. High dukes, great princes, barons, lords, and knights,
  12. For your great seats now quit you of great shames.
  13. Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land
  14. With pennons painted in the blood of Harfleur.
  15. Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow
  16. Upon the valleys whose low vassal seat
  17. The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon.
  18. Go down upon him, you have power enough,
  19. And in a captive chariot into Roan
  20. Bring him our prisoner.

Constable of France

58 - 63
  1.                         This becomes the great.
  2. Sorry am I his numbers are so few,
  3. His soldiers sick and famish’d in their march;
  4. For I am sure, when he shall see our army,
  5. He’ll drop his heart into the sink of fear,
  6. And for achievement offer us his ransom.

French King

64 - 67
  1. Therefore, Lord Constable, haste on Montjoy,
  2. And let him say to England that we send
  3. To know what willing ransom he will give.
  4. Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Roan.

Dauphin

68
  1. Not so, I do beseech your Majesty.

French King

69 - 71
  1. Be patient, for you shall remain with us.
  2. Now forth, Lord Constable and princes all,
  3. And quickly bring us word of England’s fall.
  1. Exeunt.
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