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Reference: h6v - Histories, p. 80

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The Life of Henry the Fift. To buy a slobbry and a durtie Farme
[1350]
In that nooke-shotten Ile of Albion.
Const. Dieu de Battailes, where haue they this mettell? Is not their Clymate foggy, raw, and dull? On whom, as in despight, the Sunne lookes pale, Killing their Fruit with frownes. Can sodden Water,
[1355]
A Drench for sur-reyn'd Iades, their Barly broth, Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat? And shall our quick blood, spirited with Wine, Seeme frostie? O, for honor of our Land, Let vs not hang like roping Isyckles
[1360]
Vpon our Houses Thatch, whiles a more frostie People Sweat drops of gallant Youth in our rich fields: Poore we call them, in their Natiue Lords.
Dolphin. By Faith and Honor, Our Madames mock at vs, and plainely say,
[1365]
Our Mettell is bred out, and they will giue Their bodyes to the Lust of English Youth, To new-store France with Bastard Warriors.
Brit. They bid vs to the English Dancing-Schooles, And teach Lauolta's high, and swift Carranto's,
[1370]
Saying, our Grace is onely in our Heeles, And that we are most loftie Run-awayes.
King. Where is Montioy the Herald? speed him hence, Let him greet England with our sharpe defiance. Vp Princes, and with spirit of Honor edged,
[1375]
More sharper then your Swords, high to the field: Charles Delabreth, High Constable of France, You Dukes of Orleance, Burbon, and of Berry, Alanson, Brabant, Bar, and Burgonie, Iaques Chattillion, Rambures, Vandemont,
[1380]
Beumont, Grand Pree, Roussi, and Faulconbridge, Loys, Lestrale, Bouciquall, and Charaloyes, High Dukes, great Princes, Barons, Lords, and Kings; For your great Seats, now quit you of great shames: Barre Harry England, that sweepes through our Land
[1385]
With Penons painted in the blood of Harflew: Rush on his Hoast, as doth the melted Snow Vpon the Valleyes, whose low Vassall Seat, The Alpes doth spit, and void his rhewme vpon. Goe downe vpon him, you haue Power enough,
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And in a Captiue Chariot, into Roan Bring him our Prisoner.
Const. This becomes the Great. Sorry am I his numbers are so few, His Souldiers sick, and famisht in their March:
[1395]
For I am sure, when he shall see our Army, Hee'le drop his heart into the sinck of feare, And for atchieuement, offer vs his Ransome.
King. Therefore Lord Constable, hast on Montioy, And let him say to England, that we send,
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To know what willing Ransome he will giue. Prince Dolphin, you shall stay with vs in Roan.
Dolph. Not so, I doe beseech your Maiestie. King. Be patient, for you shall remaine with vs. Now forth Lord Constable, and Princes all,
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And quickly bring vs word of Englands fall.
Exeunt.
[Act 3, Scene 6] Enter Captaines, English and Welch, Gower and Fluellen. Gower.

How now Captaine Fluellen, come you from

the Bridge?

Flu.

I assure you, there is very excellent Seruices com-

mitted at the Bridge.

Gower.
[1410]

Is the Duke of Exeter safe?

Flu.

The Duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Aga-

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memnon , and a man that I loue and honour with my soule,

and my heart, and my dutie, and my liue, and my liuing,

and my vttermost power. He is not, God be praysed and

[1415]

blessed, any hurt in the World, but keepes the Bridge

most valiantly, with excellent discipline. There is an aun-

chient Lieutenant there at the Pridge, I thinke in my very

conscience hee is as valiant a man as Marke Anthony, and

hee is a man of no estimation in the World, but I did see

[1420]

him doe as gallant seruice.

Gower.

What doe you call him?

Flu.

Hee is call'd aunchient Pistoll.

Gower.

I know him not.

Enter Pistoll. Flu.

Here is the man.

Pist.
[1425]

Captaine, I thee beseech to doe me fauours: the

Duke of Exeter doth loue thee well.

Flu.

I, I prayse God, and I haue merited some loue at

his hands.

Pist.

Bardolph, a Souldier firme and sound of heart,

[1430]

and of buxome valour, hath by cruell Fate, and giddie

Fortunes furious fickle Wheele, that Goddesse blind, that

stands vpon the rolling restlesse Stone.

Flu.

By your patience, aunchient Pistoll: Fortune is

painted blinde, with a Muffler afore his eyes, to signifie

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to you, that Fortune is blinde; and shee is painted also

with a Wheele, to signifie to you, which is the Morall of

it, that shee is turning and inconstant, and mutabilitie,

and variation: and her foot, looke you, is fixed vpon a

Sphericall Stone, which rowles, and rowles, and rowles:

[1440]

in good truth, the Poet makes a most excellent descripti-

on of it: Fortune is an excellent Morall.

Pist.

Fortune is Bardolphs foe, and frownes on him:

for he hath stolne a Pax, and hanged must a be: a damned

death: let Gallowes gape for Dogge, let Man goe free,

[1445]

and let not Hempe his Wind-pipe suffocate: but Exeter

hath giuen the doome of death, for Pax of little price.

Therefore goe speake, the Duke will heare thy voyce;

and let not Bardolphs vitall thred bee cut with edge of

Penny-Cord, and vile reproach. Speake Captaine for

[1450]

his Life, and I will thee requite.

Flu.

Aunchient Pistoll, I doe partly vnderstand your

meaning.

Pist.

Why then reioyce therefore.

Flu.

Certainly Aunchient, it is not a thing to reioyce

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at: for if, looke you, he were my Brother, I would desire

the Duke to vse his good pleasure, and put him to execu-

tion; for discipline ought to be vsed.

Pist.

Dye, and be dam'd, and Figo for thy friendship.

Flu.

It is well.

Pist.
[1460]

The Figge of Spaine.

Exit. Flu.

Very good.

Gower.

Why, this is an arrant counterfeit Rascall, I

remember him now: a Bawd, a Cut-purse.

Flu.

Ile assure you, a vtt'red as praue words at the

[1465]

Pridge, as you shall see in a Summers day: but it is very

well: what he ha's spoke to me, that is well I warrant you,

when time is serue.

Gower.

Why 'tis a Gull, a Foole, a Rogue, that now and

then goes to the Warres, to grace himselfe at his returne

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into London, vnder the forme of a Souldier: and such

fellowes are perfit in the Great Commanders Names, and

they will learne you by rote where Seruices were done;

at such and such a Sconce, at such a Breach, at such a Con-

uoy: who came off brauely, who was shot, who dis-

[1475]

grac'd, what termes the Enemy stood on; and this they

conne perfitly in the phrase of Warre; which they tricke vp

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[Act 3, Scene 6] Enter Captaines, English and Welch, Gower and Fluellen. Gower.

How now Captaine Fluellen, come you from

the Bridge?

Flu.

I assure you, there is very excellent Seruices com-

mitted at the Bridge.

Gower.
[1410]

Is the Duke of Exeter safe?

Flu.

The Duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Aga- memnon , and a man that I loue and honour with my soule,

and my heart, and my dutie, and my liue, and my liuing,

and my vttermost power. He is not, God be praysed and

[1415]

blessed, any hurt in the World, but keepes the Bridge

most valiantly, with excellent discipline. There is an aun-

chient Lieutenant there at the Pridge, I thinke in my very

conscience hee is as valiant a man as Marke Anthony, and

hee is a man of no estimation in the World, but I did see

[1420]

him doe as gallant seruice.

Gower.

What doe you call him?

Flu.

Hee is call'd aunchient Pistoll.

Gower.

I know him not.

Enter Pistoll. Flu.

Here is the man.

Pist.
[1425]

Captaine, I thee beseech to doe me fauours: the

Duke of Exeter doth loue thee well.

Flu.

I, I prayse God, and I haue merited some loue at

his hands.

Pist.

Bardolph, a Souldier firme and sound of heart,

[1430]

and of buxome valour, hath by cruell Fate, and giddie

Fortunes furious fickle Wheele, that Goddesse blind, that

stands vpon the rolling restlesse Stone.

Flu.

By your patience, aunchient Pistoll: Fortune is

painted blinde, with a Muffler afore his eyes, to signifie

[1435]

to you, that Fortune is blinde; and shee is painted also

with a Wheele, to signifie to you, which is the Morall of

it, that shee is turning and inconstant, and mutabilitie,

and variation: and her foot, looke you, is fixed vpon a

Sphericall Stone, which rowles, and rowles, and rowles:

[1440]

in good truth, the Poet makes a most excellent descripti-

on of it: Fortune is an excellent Morall.

Pist.

Fortune is Bardolphs foe, and frownes on him:

for he hath stolne a Pax, and hanged must a be: a damned

death: let Gallowes gape for Dogge, let Man goe free,

[1445]

and let not Hempe his Wind-pipe suffocate: but Exeter

hath giuen the doome of death, for Pax of little price.

Therefore goe speake, the Duke will heare thy voyce;

and let not Bardolphs vitall thred bee cut with edge of

Penny-Cord, and vile reproach. Speake Captaine for

[1450]

his Life, and I will thee requite.

Flu.

Aunchient Pistoll, I doe partly vnderstand your

meaning.

Pist.

Why then reioyce therefore.

Flu.

Certainly Aunchient, it is not a thing to reioyce

[1455]

at: for if, looke you, he were my Brother, I would desire

the Duke to vse his good pleasure, and put him to execu-

tion; for discipline ought to be vsed.

Pist.

Dye, and be dam'd, and Figo for thy friendship.

Flu.

It is well.

Pist.
[1460]

The Figge of Spaine.

Exit. Flu.

Very good.

Gower.

Why, this is an arrant counterfeit Rascall, I

remember him now: a Bawd, a Cut-purse.

Flu.

Ile assure you, a vtt'red as praue words at the

[1465]

Pridge, as you shall see in a Summers day: but it is very

well: what he ha's spoke to me, that is well I warrant you,

when time is serue.

Gower.

Why 'tis a Gull, a Foole, a Rogue, that now and

then goes to the Warres, to grace himselfe at his returne

[1470]

into London, vnder the forme of a Souldier: and such

fellowes are perfit in the Great Commanders Names, and

they will learne you by rote where Seruices were done;

at such and such a Sconce, at such a Breach, at such a Con-

uoy: who came off brauely, who was shot, who dis-

[1475]

grac'd, what termes the Enemy stood on; and this they

conne perfitly in the phrase of Warre; which they tricke

vp with new-tuned Oathes: and what a Beard of the Ge-

neralls Cut, and a horride Sute of the Campe, will doe a-

mong foming Bottles, and Ale­washt Wits, is wonder-

[1480]

full to be thought on: but you must learne to know such

slanders of the age, or else you may be maruellously mi-

stooke.

Flu.

I tell you what, Captaine Gower: I doe perceiue

hee is not the man that hee would gladly make shew to

[1485]

the World hee is: if I finde a hole in his Coat, I will tell

him my minde: hearke you, the King is comming, and I

must speake with him from the Pridge.

Drum and Colours. Enter the King and his poore Souldiers. Flu.

God plesse your Maiestie.

King.

How now Fluellen, cam'st thou from the Bridge?

Flu.
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I, so please your Maiestie: The Duke of Exeter

ha's very gallantly maintain'd the Pridge; the French is

gone off, looke you, and there is gallant and most praue

passages: marry, th'athuersarie was haue possession of

the Pridge, but he is enforced to retyre, and the Duke of

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Exeter is Master of the Pridge: I can tell your Maiestie,

the Duke is a praue man.

King.

What men haue you lost, Fluellen?

Flu.

The perdition of th'athuersarie hath beene very

great, reasonnable great: marry for my part, I thinke the

[1500]

Duke hath lost neuer a man, but one that is like to be exe-

cuted for robbing a Church, one Bardolph, if your Maie-

stie know the man: his face is all bubukles and whelkes,

and knobs, and flames a fire, and his lippes blowes at his

nose, and it is like a coale of fire, sometimes plew, and

[1505]

sometimes red, but his nose is executed, and his fire's

out.

King.

Wee would haue all such offendors so cut off:

and we giue expresse charge, that in our Marches through

the Countrey, there be nothing compell'd from the Vil-

[1510]

lages; nothing taken, but pay'd for: none of the French

vpbrayded or abused in disdainefull Language; for when

Leuitie and Crueltie play for a Kingdome, the gentler

Gamester is the soonest winner.

Tucket. Enter Mountioy. Mountioy.

You know me by my habit.

King.
[1515]

Well then, I know thee: what shall I know of

thee?

Mountioy.

My Masters mind.

King.

Vnfold it.

Mountioy.

Thus sayes my King: Say thou to Harry

[1520]

of England, Though we seem'd dead, we did but sleepe:

Aduantage is a better Souldier then rashnesse. Tell him,

wee could haue rebuk'd him at Harflewe, but that wee

thought not good to bruise an iniurie, till it were full

ripe. Now wee speake vpon our Q. and our voyce is im-

[1525]

periall; England shall repent his folly, see his weake-

nesse, and admire our sufferance. Bid him therefore con-

sider of his ransome, which must proportion the losses we

haue borne, the subiects we haue lost, the disgrace we

haue digested; which in weight to re-answer, his petti-

[1530]

nesse would bow vnder. For our losses, his Exchequer is

too poore; for th'effusion of our bloud, the Muster of his

Kingdome too faint a number; and for our disgrace, his

owne person kneeling at our feet, but a weake and worth-

lesse satisfaction. To this adde defiance: and tell him for

[1535]

conclusion, he hath betrayed his followers, whose con-

demnation is pronounc't: So farre my King and Master;

so much my Office.

King. What is thy name? I know thy qualitie. Mount.

Mountioy.

King.
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Thou doo'st thy Office fairely. Turne thee back, And tell thy King, I doe not seeke him now, But could be willing to march on to Callice, Without impeachment: for to say the sooth, Though 'tis no wisdome to confesse so much
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Vnto an enemie of Craft and Vantage, My people are with sicknesse much enfeebled, My numbers lessen'd: and those few I haue, Almost no better then so many French; Who when they were in health, I tell thee Herald,
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I thought, vpon one payre of English Legges Did march three Frenchmen. Yet forgiue me God, That I doe bragge thus; this your ayre of France Hath blowne that vice in me. I must repent: Goe therefore tell thy Master, heere I am;
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My Ransome, is this frayle and worthlesse Trunke; My Army, but a weake and sickly Guard: Yet God before, tell him we will come on, Though France himselfe, and such another Neighbor Stand in our way. There's for thy labour Mountioy.
[1560]
Goe bid thy Master well aduise himselfe. If we may passe, we will: if we be hindred, We shall your tawnie ground with your red blood Discolour: and so Mountioy, fare you well. The summe of all our Answer is but this:
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We would not seeke a Battaile as we are, Nor as we are, we say we will not shun it: So tell your Master.
Mount.

I shall deliuer so: Thankes to your High-

nesse.

Glouc.
[1570]

I hope they will not come vpon vs now.

King. We are in Gods hand, Brother, not in theirs: March to the Bridge, it now drawes toward night, Beyond the Riuer wee'le encampe our selues, And on to morrow bid them march away. Exeunt.
 

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      <speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
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   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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      <lb n="1470"/>into London, vnder the forme of a Souldier: and such
      <lb n="1471"/>fellowes are perfit in the Great Commanders Names, and
      <lb n="1472"/>they will learne you by rote where Seruices were done;
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         <cb n="1"/>
         
      <lb n="1477"/>vp with new-tuned Oathes: and what a Beard of the Ge-
      <lb n="1478"/>neralls Cut, and a horride Sute of the Campe, will doe a-
      <lb n="1479"/>mong foming Bottles, and Ale­washt Wits, is wonder-
      <lb n="1480"/>full to be thought on: but you must learne to know such
      <lb n="1481"/>slanders of the age, or else you may be maruellously mi-
      <lb n="1482"/>stooke.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-flu">
      <speaker rend="italic">Flu.</speaker>
      <p n="1483">I tell you what, Captaine<hi rend="italic">Gower</hi>: I doe perceiue
      <lb n="1484"/>hee is not the man that hee would gladly make shew to
      <lb n="1485"/>the World hee is: if I finde a hole in his Coat, I will tell
      <lb n="1486"/>him my minde: hearke you, the King is comming, and I
      <lb n="1487"/>must speake with him from the Pridge.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic centre" type="business">Drum and Colours.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic centre" type="entrance">Enter the King and his
      <lb/>poore Souldiers.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-h5-flu">
      <speaker rend="italic">Flu.</speaker>
      <p n="1488">God plesse your Maiestie.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-hen">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <p n="1489">How now<hi rend="italic">Fluellen</hi>, cam'st thou from the Bridge?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-flu">
      <speaker rend="italic">Flu.</speaker>
      <p n="1490">I, so please your Maiestie: The Duke of Exeter
      <lb n="1491"/>ha's very gallantly maintain'd the Pridge; the French is
      <lb n="1492"/>gone off, looke you, and there is gallant and most praue
      <lb n="1493"/>passages: marry, th'athuersarie was haue possession of
      <lb n="1494"/>the Pridge, but he is enforced to retyre, and the Duke of
      <lb n="1495"/>Exeter is Master of the Pridge: I can tell your Maiestie,
      <lb n="1496"/>the Duke is a praue man.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-hen">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <p n="1497">What men haue you lost, Fluellen?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-flu">
      <speaker rend="italic">Flu.</speaker>
      <p n="1498">The perdition of th'athuersarie hath beene very
      <lb n="1499"/>great, reasonnable great: marry for my part, I thinke the
      <lb n="1500"/>Duke hath lost neuer a man, but one that is like to be exe-
      <lb n="1501"/>cuted for robbing a Church, one<hi rend="italic">Bardolph</hi>, if your Maie-
      <lb n="1502"/>stie know the man: his face is all bubukles and whelkes,
      <lb n="1503"/>and knobs, and flames a fire, and his lippes blowes at his
      <lb n="1504"/>nose, and it is like a coale of fire, sometimes plew, and
      <lb n="1505"/>sometimes red, but his nose is executed, and his fire's
      <lb n="1506"/>out.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-hen">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <p n="1507">Wee would haue all such offendors so cut off:
      <lb n="1508"/>and we giue expresse charge, that in our Marches through
      <lb n="1509"/>the Countrey, there be nothing compell'd from the Vil-
      <lb n="1510"/>lages; nothing taken, but pay'd for: none of the French
      <lb n="1511"/>vpbrayded or abused in disdainefull Language; for when
      <lb n="1512"/>Leuitie and Crueltie play for a Kingdome, the gentler
      <lb n="1513"/>Gamester is the soonest winner.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic centre" type="business">Tucket.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic centre" type="entrance">Enter Mountioy.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-h5-mon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mountioy.</speaker>
      <p n="1514">You know me by my habit.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-hen">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <p n="1515">Well then, I know thee: what shall I know of
      <lb n="1516"/>thee?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-mon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mountioy.</speaker>
      <p n="1517">My Masters mind.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-hen">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <p n="1518">Vnfold it.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-mon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mountioy.</speaker>
      <p n="1519">Thus sayes my King: Say thou to<hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>
         
      <lb n="1520"/>of England, Though we seem'd dead, we did but sleepe:
      <lb n="1521"/>Aduantage is a better Souldier then rashnesse. Tell him,
      <lb n="1522"/>wee could haue rebuk'd him at Harflewe, but that wee
      <lb n="1523"/>thought not good to bruise an iniurie, till it were full
      <lb n="1524"/>ripe. Now wee speake vpon our Q. and our voyce is im-
      <lb n="1525"/>periall; England shall repent his folly, see his weake-
      <lb n="1526"/>nesse, and admire our sufferance. Bid him therefore con-
      <lb n="1527"/>sider of his ransome, which must proportion the losses we
      <lb n="1528"/>haue borne, the subiects we haue lost, the disgrace we
      <lb n="1529"/>haue digested; which in weight to re-answer, his petti-
      <lb n="1530"/>nesse would bow vnder. For our losses, his Exchequer is
      <lb n="1531"/>too poore; for th'effusion of our bloud, the Muster of his
      <lb n="1532"/>Kingdome too faint a number; and for our disgrace, his
      <lb n="1533"/>owne person kneeling at our feet, but a weake and worth-
      <lb n="1534"/>lesse satisfaction. To this adde defiance: and tell him for
      <lb n="1535"/>conclusion, he hath betrayed his followers, whose con-
      <lb n="1536"/>demnation is pronounc't: So farre my King and Master;
      <lb n="1537"/>so much my Office.</p>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-h5-hen">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1538">What is thy name? I know thy qualitie.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-mon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mount.</speaker>
      <p n="1539">
         <hi rend="italic">Mountioy</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-hen">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1540">Thou doo'st thy Office fairely. Turne thee back,</l>
      <l n="1541">And tell thy King, I doe not seeke him now,</l>
      <l n="1542">But could be willing to march on to Callice,</l>
      <l n="1543">Without impeachment: for to say the sooth,</l>
      <l n="1544">Though 'tis no wisdome to confesse so much</l>
      <l n="1545">Vnto an enemie of Craft and Vantage,</l>
      <l n="1546">My people are with sicknesse much enfeebled,</l>
      <l n="1547">My numbers lessen'd: and those few I haue,</l>
      <l n="1548">Almost no better then so many French;</l>
      <l n="1549">Who when they were in health, I tell thee Herald,</l>
      <l n="1550">I thought, vpon one payre of English Legges</l>
      <l n="1551">Did march three Frenchmen. Yet forgiue me God,</l>
      <l n="1552">That I doe bragge thus; this your ayre of France</l>
      <l n="1553">Hath blowne that vice in me. I must repent:</l>
      <l n="1554">Goe therefore tell thy Master, heere I am;</l>
      <l n="1555">My Ransome, is this frayle and worthlesse Trunke;</l>
      <l n="1556">My Army, but a weake and sickly Guard:</l>
      <l n="1557">Yet God before, tell him we will come on,</l>
      <l n="1558">Though France himselfe, and such another Neighbor</l>
      <l n="1559">Stand in our way. There's for thy labour<hi rend="italic">Mountioy</hi>.</l>
      <l n="1560">Goe bid thy Master well aduise himselfe.</l>
      <l n="1561">If we may passe, we will: if we be hindred,</l>
      <l n="1562">We shall your tawnie ground with your red blood</l>
      <l n="1563">Discolour: and so<hi rend="italic">Mountioy</hi>, fare you well.</l>
      <l n="1564">The summe of all our Answer is but this:</l>
      <l n="1565">We would not seeke a Battaile as we are,</l>
      <l n="1566">Nor as we are, we say we will not shun it:</l>
      <l n="1567">So tell your Master.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-mon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mount.</speaker>
      <p n="1568">I shall deliuer so: Thankes to your High-
      <lb n="1569"/>nesse.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-glo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glouc.</speaker>
      <p n="1570">I hope they will not come vpon vs now.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-hen">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1571">We are in Gods hand, Brother, not in theirs:</l>
      <l n="1572">March to the Bridge, it now drawes toward night,</l>
      <l n="1573">Beyond the Riuer wee'le encampe our selues,</l>
      <l n="1574">And on to morrow bid them march away.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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