KING PHILIP.
Amen, Amen!—Mount, chevaliers! To arms!
BASTARD.
Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e’er since
Sits on ’s horseback at mine hostess’ door,
Teach us some fence! [To Austria.] Sirrah, were I at home,
At your den, sirrah, with your lioness,
I would set an ox-head to your lion’s hide,
And make a monster of you.
AUSTRIA.
Peace! No more.
BASTARD.
O, tremble, for you hear the lion roar.
KING JOHN.
Up higher to the plain; where we’ll set forth
In best appointment all our regiments.
BASTARD.
Speed, then, to take advantage of the field.
KING PHILIP.
It shall be so; and at the other hill
Command the rest to stand. God and our right!
[Exeunt severally.]
Here, after excursions, enter a Herald of France with Trumpets, to the gates.
FRENCH HERALD.
You men of Angiers, open wide your gates,
And let young Arthur, Duke of Brittany, in,
Who by the hand of France this day hath made
Much work for tears in many an English mother,
Whose sons lie scatter’d on the bleeding ground.
Many a widow’s husband grovelling lies,
Coldly embracing the discolour’d earth;
And victory, with little loss, doth play
Upon the dancing banners of the French,
Who are at hand, triumphantly display’d,
To enter conquerors, and to proclaim
Arthur of Brittany England’s king and yours.