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History of Henry V

Act II


Scene 1. London. A street.

Scene 2. Southampton. A council-chamber.

Scene 3. London. Before a tavern.

Scene 4. France. The KING’S palace.

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[Enter Chorus]

  • Chorus. Now all the youth of England are on fire,
    And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies: 465
    Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought
    Reigns solely in the breast of every man:
    They sell the pasture now to buy the horse,
    Following the mirror of all Christian kings,
    With winged heels, as English Mercuries. 470
    For now sits Expectation in the air,
    And hides a sword from hilts unto the point
    With crowns imperial, crowns and coronets,
    Promised to Harry and his followers.
    The French, advised by good intelligence 475
    Of this most dreadful preparation,
    Shake in their fear and with pale policy
    Seek to divert the English purposes.
    O England! model to thy inward greatness,
    Like little body with a mighty heart, 480
    What mightst thou do, that honour would thee do,
    Were all thy children kind and natural!
    But see thy fault! France hath in thee found out
    A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills
    With treacherous crowns; and three corrupted men, 485
    One, Richard Earl of Cambridge, and the second,
    Henry Lord Scroop of Masham, and the third,
    Sir Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland,
    Have, for the gilt of France,—O guilt indeed!
    Confirm'd conspiracy with fearful France; 490
    And by their hands this grace of kings must die,
    If hell and treason hold their promises,
    Ere he take ship for France, and in Southampton.
    Linger your patience on; and we'll digest
    The abuse of distance; force a play: 495
    The sum is paid; the traitors are agreed;
    The king is set from London; and the scene
    Is now transported, gentles, to Southampton;
    There is the playhouse now, there must you sit:
    And thence to France shall we convey you safe, 500
    And bring you back, charming the narrow seas
    To give you gentle pass; for, if we may,
    We'll not offend one stomach with our play.
    But, till the king come forth, and not till then,
    Unto Southampton do we shift our scene. 505



Act II, Scene 1

London. A street.


[Enter Corporal NYM and Lieutenant BARDOLPH]

  • Bardolph. Well met, Corporal Nym.
  • Nym. Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph.
  • Bardolph. What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends yet? 510
  • Nym. For my part, I care not: I say little; but when
    time shall serve, there shall be smiles; but that
    shall be as it may. I dare not fight; but I will
    wink and hold out mine iron: it is a simple one; but
    what though? it will toast cheese, and it will 515
    endure cold as another man's sword will: and
    there's an end.
  • Bardolph. I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends; and
    we'll be all three sworn brothers to France: let it
    be so, good Corporal Nym. 520
  • Nym. Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's the
    certain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, I
    will do as I may: that is my rest, that is the
    rendezvous of it.
  • Bardolph. It is certain, corporal, that he is married to Nell 525
    Quickly: and certainly she did you wrong; for you
    were troth-plight to her.
  • Nym. I cannot tell: things must be as they may: men may
    sleep, and they may have their throats about them at
    that time; and some say knives have edges. It must 530
    be as it may: though patience be a tired mare, yet
    she will plod. There must be conclusions. Well, I
    cannot tell.

[Enter PISTOL and Hostess]

  • Bardolph. Here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife: good 535
    corporal, be patient here. How now, mine host Pistol!
  • Pistol. Base tike, call'st thou me host? Now, by this hand,
    I swear, I scorn the term; Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.
  • Hostess Quickly. No, by my troth, not long; for we cannot lodge and
    board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen that live 540
    honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will
    be thought we keep a bawdy house straight.
    [NYM and PISTOL draw]
    O well a day, Lady, if he be not drawn now! we
    shall see wilful adultery and murder committed. 545
  • Bardolph. Good lieutenant! good corporal! offer nothing here.
  • Nym. Pish!
  • Pistol. Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prick-ear'd cur of Iceland!
  • Hostess Quickly. Good Corporal Nym, show thy valour, and put up your sword.
  • Nym. Will you shog off? I would have you solus. 550
  • Pistol. 'Solus,' egregious dog? O viper vile!
    The 'solus' in thy most mervailous face;
    The 'solus' in thy teeth, and in thy throat,
    And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy,
    And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth! 555
    I do retort the 'solus' in thy bowels;
    For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up,
    And flashing fire will follow.
  • Nym. I am not Barbason; you cannot conjure me. I have an
    humour to knock you indifferently well. If you grow 560
    foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my
    rapier, as I may, in fair terms: if you would walk
    off, I would prick your guts a little, in good
    terms, as I may: and that's the humour of it.
  • Pistol. O braggart vile and damned furious wight! 565
    The grave doth gape, and doting death is near;
    Therefore exhale.
  • Bardolph. Hear me, hear me what I say: he that strikes the
    first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts, as I am a soldier.


  • Pistol. An oath of mickle might; and fury shall abate.
    Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give:
    Thy spirits are most tall.
  • Nym. I will cut thy throat, one time or other, in fair
    terms: that is the humour of it. 575
  • Pistol. 'Couple a gorge!'
    That is the word. I thee defy again.
    O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get?
    No; to the spital go,
    And from the powdering tub of infamy 580
    Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind,
    Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse:
    I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly
    For the only she; and—pauca, there's enough. Go to.

[Enter the Boy]

  • Boy. Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master, and
    you, hostess: he is very sick, and would to bed.
    Good Bardolph, put thy face between his sheets, and
    do the office of a warming-pan. Faith, he's very ill.
  • Bardolph. Away, you rogue! 590
  • Hostess Quickly. By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one of
    these days. The king has killed his heart. Good
    husband, come home presently.

[Exeunt Hostess and Boy]

  • Bardolph. Come, shall I make you two friends? We must to 595
    France together: why the devil should we keep
    knives to cut one another's throats?
  • Pistol. Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food howl on!
  • Nym. You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting?
  • Pistol. Base is the slave that pays. 600
  • Nym. That now I will have: that's the humour of it.
  • Pistol. As manhood shall compound: push home.

[They draw]

  • Bardolph. By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I'll
    kill him; by this sword, I will. 605
  • Pistol. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their course.
  • Bardolph. Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends:
    an thou wilt not, why, then, be enemies with me too.
    Prithee, put up.
  • Nym. I shall have my eight shillings I won of you at betting? 610
  • Pistol. A noble shalt thou have, and present pay;
    And liquor likewise will I give to thee,
    And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood:
    I'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me;
    Is not this just? for I shall sutler be 615
    Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
    Give me thy hand.
  • Nym. I shall have my noble?
  • Pistol. In cash most justly paid.
  • Nym. Well, then, that's the humour of't. 620

[Re-enter Hostess]

  • Hostess Quickly. As ever you came of women, come in quickly to Sir
    John. Ah, poor heart! he is so shaked of a burning
    quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to
    behold. Sweet men, come to him. 625
  • Nym. The king hath run bad humours on the knight; that's
    the even of it.
  • Pistol. Nym, thou hast spoke the right;
    His heart is fracted and corroborate.
  • Nym. The king is a good king: but it must be as it may; 630
    he passes some humours and careers.
  • Pistol. Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins we will live.


Act II, Scene 2

Southampton. A council-chamber.



  • Duke of Bedford. 'Fore God, his grace is bold, to trust these traitors.
  • Duke of Exeter. They shall be apprehended by and by. 635
  • Earl of Westmoreland. How smooth and even they do bear themselves!
    As if allegiance in their bosoms sat,
    Crowned with faith and constant loyalty.
  • Duke of Bedford. The king hath note of all that they intend,
    By interception which they dream not of. 640
  • Duke of Exeter. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow,
    Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious favours,
    That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell
    His sovereign's life to death and treachery.
    [Trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY V, SCROOP,] 645
    CAMBRIDGE, GREY, and Attendants]
  • Henry V. Now sits the wind fair, and we will aboard.
    My Lord of Cambridge, and my kind Lord of Masham,
    And you, my gentle knight, give me your thoughts:
    Think you not that the powers we bear with us 650
    Will cut their passage through the force of France,
    Doing the execution and the act
    For which we have in head assembled them?
  • Lord Scroop. No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best.
  • Henry V. I doubt not that; since we are well persuaded 655
    We carry not a heart with us from hence
    That grows not in a fair consent with ours,
    Nor leave not one behind that doth not wish
    Success and conquest to attend on us.
  • Earl of Cambridge. Never was monarch better fear'd and loved 660
    Than is your majesty: there's not, I think, a subject
    That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness
    Under the sweet shade of your government.
  • Sir Thomas Grey. True: those that were your father's enemies
    Have steep'd their galls in honey and do serve you 665
    With hearts create of duty and of zeal.
  • Henry V. We therefore have great cause of thankfulness;
    And shall forget the office of our hand,
    Sooner than quittance of desert and merit
    According to the weight and worthiness. 670
  • Lord Scroop. So service shall with steeled sinews toil,
    And labour shall refresh itself with hope,
    To do your grace incessant services.
  • Henry V. We judge no less. Uncle of Exeter,
    Enlarge the man committed yesterday, 675
    That rail'd against our person: we consider
    it was excess of wine that set him on;
    And on his more advice we pardon him.
  • Lord Scroop. That's mercy, but too much security:
    Let him be punish'd, sovereign, lest example 680
    Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind.
  • Henry V. O, let us yet be merciful.
  • Earl of Cambridge. So may your highness, and yet punish too.
  • Sir Thomas Grey. Sir,
    You show great mercy, if you give him life, 685
    After the taste of much correction.
  • Henry V. Alas, your too much love and care of me
    Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch!
    If little faults, proceeding on distemper,
    Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye 690
    When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd and digested,
    Appear before us? We'll yet enlarge that man,
    Though Cambridge, Scroop and Grey, in their dear care
    And tender preservation of our person,
    Would have him punished. And now to our French causes: 695
    Who are the late commissioners?
  • Earl of Cambridge. I one, my lord:
    Your highness bade me ask for it to-day.
  • Lord Scroop. So did you me, my liege.
  • Sir Thomas Grey. And I, my royal sovereign. 700
  • Henry V. Then, Richard Earl of Cambridge, there is yours;
    There yours, Lord Scroop of Masham; and, sir knight,
    Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours:
    Read them; and know, I know your worthiness.
    My Lord of Westmoreland, and uncle Exeter, 705
    We will aboard to night. Why, how now, gentlemen!
    What see you in those papers that you lose
    So much complexion? Look ye, how they change!
    Their cheeks are paper. Why, what read you there
    That hath so cowarded and chased your blood 710
    Out of appearance?
  • Earl of Cambridge. I do confess my fault;
    And do submit me to your highness' mercy.
  • Sir Thomas Grey. [with Scroop] To which we all appeal.
  • Henry V. The mercy that was quick in us but late, 715
    By your own counsel is suppress'd and kill'd:
    You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy;
    For your own reasons turn into your bosoms,
    As dogs upon their masters, worrying you.
    See you, my princes, and my noble peers, 720
    These English monsters! My Lord of Cambridge here,
    You know how apt our love was to accord
    To furnish him with all appertinents
    Belonging to his honour; and this man
    Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspired, 725
    And sworn unto the practises of France,
    To kill us here in Hampton: to the which
    This knight, no less for bounty bound to us
    Than Cambridge is, hath likewise sworn. But, O,
    What shall I say to thee, Lord Scroop? thou cruel, 730
    Ingrateful, savage and inhuman creature!
    Thou that didst bear the key of all my counsels,
    That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
    That almost mightst have coin'd me into gold,
    Wouldst thou have practised on me for thy use, 735
    May it be possible, that foreign hire
    Could out of thee extract one spark of evil
    That might annoy my finger? 'tis so strange,
    That, though the truth of it stands off as gross
    As black and white, my eye will scarcely see it. 740
    Treason and murder ever kept together,
    As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose,
    Working so grossly in a natural cause,
    That admiration did not whoop at them:
    But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in 745
    Wonder to wait on treason and on murder:
    And whatsoever cunning fiend it was
    That wrought upon thee so preposterously
    Hath got the voice in hell for excellence:
    All other devils that suggest by treasons 750
    Do botch and bungle up damnation
    With patches, colours, and with forms being fetch'd
    From glistering semblances of piety;
    But he that temper'd thee bade thee stand up,
    Gave thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason, 755
    Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.
    If that same demon that hath gull'd thee thus
    Should with his lion gait walk the whole world,
    He might return to vasty Tartar back,
    And tell the legions 'I can never win 760
    A soul so easy as that Englishman's.'
    O, how hast thou with 'jealousy infected
    The sweetness of affiance! Show men dutiful?
    Why, so didst thou: seem they grave and learned?
    Why, so didst thou: come they of noble family? 765
    Why, so didst thou: seem they religious?
    Why, so didst thou: or are they spare in diet,
    Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger,
    Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood,
    Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement, 770
    Not working with the eye without the ear,
    And but in purged judgment trusting neither?
    Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem:
    And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot,
    To mark the full-fraught man and best indued 775
    With some suspicion. I will weep for thee;
    For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
    Another fall of man. Their faults are open:
    Arrest them to the answer of the law;
    And God acquit them of their practises! 780
  • Duke of Exeter. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of
    Richard Earl of Cambridge.
    I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of
    Henry Lord Scroop of Masham.
    I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of 785
    Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland.
  • Lord Scroop. Our purposes God justly hath discover'd;
    And I repent my fault more than my death;
    Which I beseech your highness to forgive,
    Although my body pay the price of it. 790
  • Earl of Cambridge. For me, the gold of France did not seduce;
    Although I did admit it as a motive
    The sooner to effect what I intended:
    But God be thanked for prevention;
    Which I in sufferance heartily will rejoice, 795
    Beseeching God and you to pardon me.
  • Sir Thomas Grey. Never did faithful subject more rejoice
    At the discovery of most dangerous treason
    Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself.
    Prevented from a damned enterprise: 800
    My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign.
  • Henry V. God quit you in his mercy! Hear your sentence.
    You have conspired against our royal person,
    Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd and from his coffers
    Received the golden earnest of our death; 805
    Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter,
    His princes and his peers to servitude,
    His subjects to oppression and contempt
    And his whole kingdom into desolation.
    Touching our person seek we no revenge; 810
    But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,
    Whose ruin you have sought, that to her laws
    We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence,
    Poor miserable wretches, to your death:
    The taste whereof, God of his mercy give 815
    You patience to endure, and true repentance
    Of all your dear offences! Bear them hence.
    [Exeunt CAMBRIDGE, SCROOP and GREY, guarded]
    Now, lords, for France; the enterprise whereof
    Shall be to you, as us, like glorious. 820
    We doubt not of a fair and lucky war,
    Since God so graciously hath brought to light
    This dangerous treason lurking in our way
    To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now
    But every rub is smoothed on our way. 825
    Then forth, dear countrymen: let us deliver
    Our puissance into the hand of God,
    Putting it straight in expedition.
    Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance:
    No king of England, if not king of France. 830



Act II, Scene 3

London. Before a tavern.


[Enter PISTOL, Hostess, NYM, BARDOLPH, and Boy]

  • Hostess Quickly. Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.
  • Pistol. No; for my manly heart doth yearn.
    Bardolph, be blithe: Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins: 835
    Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead,
    And we must yearn therefore.
  • Bardolph. Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is, either in
    heaven or in hell!
  • Hostess Quickly. Nay, sure, he's not in hell: he's in Arthur's 840
    bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. A' made
    a finer end and went away an it had been any
    christom child; a' parted even just between twelve
    and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after
    I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with 845
    flowers and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew
    there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as
    a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. 'How now,
    sir John!' quoth I. 'what, man! be o' good
    cheer.' So a' cried out 'God, God, God!' three or 850
    four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him a'
    should not think of God; I hoped there was no need
    to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So
    a' bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my
    hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as 855
    cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and
    they were as cold as any stone, and so upward and
    upward, and all was as cold as any stone.
  • Nym. They say he cried out of sack.
  • Hostess Quickly. Ay, that a' did. 860
  • Bardolph. And of women.
  • Hostess Quickly. Nay, that a' did not.
  • Boy. Yes, that a' did; and said they were devils
  • Hostess Quickly. A' could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he 865
    never liked.
  • Boy. A' said once, the devil would have him about women.
  • Hostess Quickly. A' did in some sort, indeed, handle women; but then
    he was rheumatic, and talked of the whore of Babylon.
  • Boy. Do you not remember, a' saw a flea stick upon 870
    Bardolph's nose, and a' said it was a black soul
    burning in hell-fire?
  • Bardolph. Well, the fuel is gone that maintained that fire:
    that's all the riches I got in his service.
  • Nym. Shall we shog? the king will be gone from 875
  • Pistol. Come, let's away. My love, give me thy lips.
    Look to my chattels and my movables:
    Let senses rule; the word is 'Pitch and Pay:'
    Trust none; 880
    For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,
    And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck:
    Therefore, Caveto be thy counsellor.
    Go, clear thy crystals. Yoke-fellows in arms,
    Let us to France; like horse-leeches, my boys, 885
    To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!
  • Boy. And that's but unwholesome food they say.
  • Pistol. Touch her soft mouth, and march.
  • Bardolph. Farewell, hostess.

[Kissing her]

  • Nym. I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but, adieu.
  • Pistol. Let housewifery appear: keep close, I thee command.
  • Hostess Quickly. Farewell; adieu.



Act II, Scene 4

France. The KING’S palace.


[Flourish. Enter the FRENCH KING, the DAUPHIN, the] [p]DUKES of BERRI and BRETAGNE, the Constable, and others]

  • King of France. Thus comes the English with full power upon us;
    And more than carefully it us concerns
    To answer royally in our defences.
    Therefore the Dukes of Berri and of Bretagne, 900
    Of Brabant and of Orleans, shall make forth,
    And you, Prince Dauphin, with all swift dispatch,
    To line and new repair our towns of war
    With men of courage and with means defendant;
    For England his approaches makes as fierce 905
    As waters to the sucking of a gulf.
    It fits us then to be as provident
    As fear may teach us out of late examples
    Left by the fatal and neglected English
    Upon our fields. 910
  • Lewis the Dauphin. My most redoubted father,
    It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe;
    For peace itself should not so dull a kingdom,
    Though war nor no known quarrel were in question,
    But that defences, musters, preparations, 915
    Should be maintain'd, assembled and collected,
    As were a war in expectation.
    Therefore, I say 'tis meet we all go forth
    To view the sick and feeble parts of France:
    And let us do it with no show of fear; 920
    No, with no more than if we heard that England
    Were busied with a Whitsun morris-dance:
    For, my good liege, she is so idly king'd,
    Her sceptre so fantastically borne
    By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth, 925
    That fear attends her not.
  • Constable of France. O peace, Prince Dauphin!
    You are too much mistaken in this king:
    Question your grace the late ambassadors,
    With what great state he heard their embassy, 930
    How well supplied with noble counsellors,
    How modest in exception, and withal
    How terrible in constant resolution,
    And you shall find his vanities forespent
    Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus, 935
    Covering discretion with a coat of folly;
    As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots
    That shall first spring and be most delicate.
  • Lewis the Dauphin. Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable;
    But though we think it so, it is no matter: 940
    In cases of defence 'tis best to weigh
    The enemy more mighty than he seems:
    So the proportions of defence are fill'd;
    Which of a weak or niggardly projection
    Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat with scanting 945
    A little cloth.
  • King of France. Think we King Harry strong;
    And, princes, look you strongly arm to meet him.
    The kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon us;
    And he is bred out of that bloody strain 950
    That haunted us in our familiar paths:
    Witness our too much memorable shame
    When Cressy battle fatally was struck,
    And all our princes captiv'd by the hand
    Of that black name, Edward, Black Prince of Wales; 955
    Whiles that his mountain sire, on mountain standing,
    Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun,
    Saw his heroical seed, and smiled to see him,
    Mangle the work of nature and deface
    The patterns that by God and by French fathers 960
    Had twenty years been made. This is a stem
    Of that victorious stock; and let us fear
    The native mightiness and fate of him.

[Enter a Messenger]

  • Messenger. Ambassadors from Harry King of England 965
    Do crave admittance to your majesty.
  • King of France. We'll give them present audience. Go, and bring them.
    [Exeunt Messenger and certain Lords]
    You see this chase is hotly follow'd, friends.
  • Lewis the Dauphin. Turn head, and stop pursuit; for coward dogs 970
    Most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten
    Runs far before them. Good my sovereign,
    Take up the English short, and let them know
    Of what a monarchy you are the head:
    Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin 975
    As self-neglecting.

[Re-enter Lords, with EXETER and train]

  • King of France. From our brother England?
  • Duke of Exeter. From him; and thus he greets your majesty.
    He wills you, in the name of God Almighty, 980
    That you divest yourself, and lay apart
    The borrow'd glories that by gift of heaven,
    By law of nature and of nations, 'long
    To him and to his heirs; namely, the crown
    And all wide-stretched honours that pertain 985
    By custom and the ordinance of times
    Unto the crown of France. That you may know
    'Tis no sinister nor no awkward claim,
    Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days,
    Nor from the dust of old oblivion raked, 990
    He sends you this most memorable line,
    In every branch truly demonstrative;
    Willing to overlook this pedigree:
    And when you find him evenly derived
    From his most famed of famous ancestors, 995
    Edward the Third, he bids you then resign
    Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held
    From him the native and true challenger.
  • King of France. Or else what follows?
  • Duke of Exeter. Bloody constraint; for if you hide the crown 1000
    Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it:
    Therefore in fierce tempest is he coming,
    In thunder and in earthquake, like a Jove,
    That, if requiring fail, he will compel;
    And bids you, in the bowels of the Lord, 1005
    Deliver up the crown, and to take mercy
    On the poor souls for whom this hungry war
    Opens his vasty jaws; and on your head
    Turning the widows' tears, the orphans' cries
    The dead men's blood, the pining maidens groans, 1010
    For husbands, fathers and betrothed lovers,
    That shall be swallow'd in this controversy.
    This is his claim, his threatening and my message;
    Unless the Dauphin be in presence here,
    To whom expressly I bring greeting too. 1015
  • King of France. For us, we will consider of this further:
    To-morrow shall you bear our full intent
    Back to our brother England.
  • Lewis the Dauphin. For the Dauphin,
    I stand here for him: what to him from England? 1020
  • Duke of Exeter. Scorn and defiance; slight regard, contempt,
    And any thing that may not misbecome
    The mighty sender, doth he prize you at.
    Thus says my king; an' if your father's highness
    Do not, in grant of all demands at large, 1025
    Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty,
    He'll call you to so hot an answer of it,
    That caves and womby vaultages of France
    Shall chide your trespass and return your mock
    In second accent of his ordnance. 1030
  • Lewis the Dauphin. Say, if my father render fair return,
    It is against my will; for I desire
    Nothing but odds with England: to that end,
    As matching to his youth and vanity,
    I did present him with the Paris balls. 1035
  • Duke of Exeter. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it,
    Were it the mistress-court of mighty Europe:
    And, be assured, you'll find a difference,
    As we his subjects have in wonder found,
    Between the promise of his greener days 1040
    And these he masters now: now he weighs time
    Even to the utmost grain: that you shall read
    In your own losses, if he stay in France.
  • King of France. To-morrow shall you know our mind at full.
  • Duke of Exeter. Dispatch us with all speed, lest that our king 1045
    Come here himself to question our delay;
    For he is footed in this land already.
  • King of France. You shall be soon dispatch's with fair conditions:
    A night is but small breath and little pause
    To answer matters of this consequence. 1050

[Flourish. Exeunt]