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Henry V: Act 4, Scene 2

Henry V
Act 4, Scene 2

The French camp.

  1. Enter the Dauphin, Orléans, and Rambures.

Duke of Orléans

2
  1. The sun doth gild our armor, up, my lords!

Dauphin

3
  1. Montez à cheval! My horse, varlot lackey! Ha!

Duke of Orléans

4
  1. O brave spirit!

Dauphin

5
  1. Via! Les eaux et terre.

Duke of Orléans

6
  1. Rien puis? L’air et feu?

Dauphin

7 - 9
  1. Cieux! Cousin Orléans.
  2. Enter Constable.
  3. Now, my Lord Constable?

Constable of France

10
  1. Hark how our steeds for present service neigh!

Dauphin

11 - 13
  1. Mount them, and make incision in their hides,
  2. That their hot blood may spin in English eyes,
  3. And dout them with superfluous courage, ha!

Rambures

14 - 15
  1. What, will you have them weep our horses’ blood?
  2. How shall we then behold their natural tears?
  1. Enter French Messenger.

French Messenger

17
  1. The English are embattled, you French peers.

Constable of France

18 - 40
  1. To horse, you gallant princes! Straight to horse!
  2. Do but behold yond poor and starved band,
  3. And your fair show shall suck away their souls,
  4. Leaving them but the shales and husks of men.
  5. There is not work enough for all our hands,
  6. Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins
  7. To give each naked curtle-axe a stain,
  8. That our French gallants shall today draw out,
  9. And sheathe for lack of sport. Let us but blow on them,
  10. The vapor of our valor will o’erturn them.
  11. ’Tis positive against all exceptions, lords,
  12. That our superfluous lackeys and our peasants,
  13. Who in unnecessary action swarm
  14. About our squares of battle, were enow
  15. To purge this field of such a hilding foe;
  16. Though we upon this mountain’s basis by
  17. Took stand for idle speculation
  18. But that our honors must not. What’s to say?
  19. A very little little let us do,
  20. And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound
  21. The tucket sonance and the note to mount;
  22. For our approach shall so much dare the field,
  23. That England shall crouch down in fear, and yield.
  1. Enter Grandpré.

Grandpré

42 - 59
  1. Why do you stay so long, my lords of France?
  2. Yond island carrions, desperate of their bones,
  3. Ill-favoredly become the morning field.
  4. Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose,
  5. And our air shakes them passing scornfully.
  6. Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar’d host,
  7. And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps.
  8. The horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks,
  9. With torch-staves in their hand; and their poor jades
  10. Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips,
  11. The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes,
  12. And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal’d bit
  13. Lies foul with chaw’d-grass, still and motionless;
  14. And their executors, the knavish crows,
  15. Fly o’er them all, impatient for their hour.
  16. Description cannot suit itself in words
  17. To demonstrate the life of such a battle,
  18. In life so lifeless as it shows itself.

Constable of France

60
  1. They have said their prayers, and they stay for death.

Dauphin

61 - 63
  1. Shall we go send them dinners and fresh suits,
  2. And give their fasting horses provender,
  3. And after fight with them?

Constable of France

64 - 67
  1. I stay but for my guidon; to the field!
  2. I will the banner from a trumpet take,
  3. And use it for my haste. Come, come away!
  4. The sun is high, and we outwear the day.
  1. Exeunt.
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