If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell. His oration to his Army.
[♦] What shall I say more than I have inferr’d?
[315] Remember whom you are to cope withal;
[♦] A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways,
[♦] A scum of Bretons, and base lackey peasants,
Whom their o’er-cloyed country vomits forth
[♦] To desperate ventures and assured destruction.
[320] You sleeping safe, they bring to you unrest;
You having lands and blest with beauteous wives,
[♦] They would restrain the one, distain the other.