France. An Apartment in the FRENCH KING'S Palace. |
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Flourish. Enter the FRENCH KING, attended; the DAUPHIN, the DUKES OF BERRI AND BRITAINE, the CONSTABLE, and Others. |
Fr. King. Thus come 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 Britaine, |
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 |
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. |
Dau. 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, |
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; |
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, |
That fear attends her not. |
Con. 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, |
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, |
Covering discretion with a coat of folly; |
As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots |
That shall first spring and be most delicate. |
Dau. Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable; |
But though we think it so, it is no matter: |
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 and niggardly projection |
Doth like a miser spoil his coat with scanting |
A little cloth. |
Fr. King. 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 |
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; |
Whiles that his mounting sire, on mountain standing, |
Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun, |
Saw his heroical seed, and smil'd to see him |
Mangle the work of nature, and deface |
The patterns that by God and by French fathers |
Had twenty years been made. This is a stem |
Of that victorious stock; and let us fear |
The native mightiness and fate of him. |
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Enter a Messenger. |
Mess. Ambassadors from Harry King of England |
Do crave admittance to your majesty. |
Fr. King. We'll give them present audience. Go, and bring them. [Exeunt Messenger and certain Lords. |
You see this chase is hotly follow'd, friends. |
Dau. Turn head, and stop pursuit; for coward dogs |
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 |
As self-neglecting. |
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Re-enter Lords, with EXETER and Train. |
Fr. King. From our brother England? |
Exe. From him; and thus he greets your majesty. |
He wills you, in the name of God Almighty, |
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 |
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 rak'd, |
He sends you this most memorable line, [Gives a pedigree. |
In every branch truly demonstrative; |
Willing you overlook this pedigree; |
And when you find him evenly deriv'd |
From his most fam'd of famous ancestors, |
Edward the Third, he bids you then resign |
Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held |
From him the native and true challenger. |
Fr. King. Or else what follows? |
Exe. Bloody constraint; for if you hide the crown |
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, |
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, |
For husbands, fathers, and betrothed lovers, |
That shall be swallow'd in this controversy. |
This is his claim, his threat'ning, and my message; |
Unless the Dauphin be in presence here, |
To whom expressly I bring greeting too. |
Fr. King. For us, we will consider of this further: |
To-morrow shall you bear our full intent |
Back to our brother England. |
Dau. For the Dauphin, |
I stand here for him: what to him from England? |
Exe. Scorn and defiance, slight regard, contempt, |
And anything 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, |
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 ordinance. |
Dau. 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. |
Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it, |
Were it the mistress-court of mighty Europe: |
And, be assur'd, you'll find a difference— |
As we his subjects have in wonder found— |
Between the promise of his greener days |
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. |
Fr. King. To-morrow shall you know our mind at full. |
Exe. Dispatch us with all speed, lest that our king |
Come here himself to question our delay; |
For he is footed in this land already. |
Fr. King. You shall be soon dispatch'd with fair conditions: |
A night is but small breath and little pause |
To answer matters of this consequence. [Flourish. Exeunt. |
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