Herald. Once more I come to know of thee king Henry,
What thou wilt giue for raunsome?60
Kin. Who hath sent thee now?
Her. The Constable of France.
Kin. I prethy beare my former answer backe:
Bid them atchieue me, and then sell my bones.
Good God, why should they mock good fellows thus?65
The man that once did sell the Lions skin,
While the beast liued, was kild with hunting him.
A many of our bodies shall no doubt[5537]
Finde graues within your realme of France:
Tho buried in your dunghils, we shalbe famed,70
For there the Sun shall greete them,
And draw vp their honors reaking vp to heauen,
Leauing their earthly parts to choke your clyme:
The smel wherof, shall breed a plague in France:
Marke then abundant valour in our English,75
That being dead, like to the bullets erasing,
Breakes forth into a second course of mischiefe,
Killing in relaps of mortalitie:
Let me speake proudly,
Ther's not a peece of feather in our campe,80
Good argument I hope we shall not flye:
And time hath worne vs into flouendry.
But by the mas, our hearts are in the trim,[5538]
And my poore souldiers tel me, yet ere night
Thayle be in fresher robes, or they will plucke85
The gay new cloathes ore your French souldiers eares,
And turne them out of seruice. If they do this,
As if it please God they shall,
Then shall our ransome soone be leuied.[5539]
Saue thou thy labour Herauld:90
Come thou no more for ransom, gentle Herauld.
They shall haue nought I sweare, but these my bones:
Which if they haue, as I will leaue am them,[5540]
Will yeeld them litle, tell the Constable.
Her. I shall deliuer so.95
Exit Herauld.
Yorke. My gracious Lord, vpon my knee I craue,
The leading of the vaward.
Kin. Take it braue Yorke. Come souldiers lets away:
And as thou pleasest God, dispose the day.
Exit.