Part 13 (2/2)

[Footnote IV.8: _----his cause being just, and his quarrel honourable._] In his address to the army, King Henry called upon them all to remember _the just cause and quarrel_ for which they fought. --HOLINSHED.]

[Footnote V.9: _----the latter day,_] i.e., the last day, the day of Judgment. Shakespeare frequently uses the _comparative_ for the _superlative_.]

[Footnote V.10: _----their children +rawly+ left._] i.e., _left young and helpless_.]

[Footnote IV.11: _----too +round+:_] i.e., too rough, too unceremonious.]

SCENE II.--THE FRENCH CAMP--SUNRISE.

_Flourish of trumpets._

_Enter DAUPHIN, GRANDPRe, RAMBURES,[12] and Others._

_Dau._ The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords!

My horse! _varlet! lacquay!_ ha!

[_Servants exeunt hastily._

_Grand._ O brave spirit!

_Dau._ Cousin Orleans.--

_Enter CONSTABLE, L.H._

Now, my lord Constable!

_Con._ Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh!

_Dau._ Mount them, and make incision in their hides, That their hot blood may spin in English eyes, And dout them[13] with superfluous courage, Ha!

_Con._ What, will you have them weep our horses' blood?

How shall we, then, behold their natural tears?

_Enter MONTJOY, R.H._

_Mont._ The English are embattled, you French peers.

[_Exit R.H._

_Con._ To horse, you gallant princes! straight to horse!

Do but behold yon poor and starved band.

There is not work enough for all our hands; Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins, To give each naked curtle-ax a stain.

'Tis positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords, That our superfluous lackeys, are enough To purge this field of such a hilding foe.[14]

A very little little let us do, And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound: For our approach shall so much dare the field, That England shall couch down in fear, and yield.

_Enter ORLEANS,(D) hastily, R.H._

_Orl._ Why do you stay so long, my lords of France?

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