ACT IV
SCENE II The French camp.


 [Enter the DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, RAMBURES, and others]

ORLEANS The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords!

DAUPHIN Montez A cheval! My horse! varlet! laquais! ha!

ORLEANS O brave spirit!

DAUPHIN Via! les eaux et la terre.

ORLEANS Rien puis? L'air et la feu.

DAUPHIN Ciel, cousin Orleans.

 [Enter Constable]

 Now, my lord constable!

Constable Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh!

DAUPHIN Mount them, and make incision in their hides,
 That their hot blood may spin in English eyes,
 And dout them with superfluous courage, ha!

RAMBURES What, will you have them weep our horses' blood?
 How shall we, then, behold their natural tears?

 [Enter Messenger]

Messenger The English are embattled, you French peers.

Constable To horse, you gallant princes! straight to horse!
 Do but behold yon poor and starved band,
 And your fair show shall suck away their souls,
 Leaving them but the shales and husks of men.
 There is not work enough for all our hands;
 Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins
 To give each naked curtle-axe a stain,
 That our French gallants shall to-day draw out,
 And sheathe for lack of sport: let us but blow on them,
 The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them.
 'Tis positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords,
 That our superfluous lackeys and our peasants,
 Who in unnecessary action swarm
 About our squares of battle, were enow
 To purge this field of such a hilding foe,
 Though we upon this mountain's basis by
 Took stand for idle speculation:
 But that our honours must not. What's to say?
 A very little little let us do.
 And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound
 The tucket sonance and the note to mount;
 For our approach shall so much dare the field
 That England shall couch down in fear and yield.

 [Enter GRANDPRE]

GRANDPRE Why do you stay so long, my lords of France?
 Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones,
 Ill-favouredly become the morning field:
 Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose,
 And our air shakes them passing scornfully:
 Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd host
 And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps:
 The horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks,
 With torch-staves in their hand; and their poor jades
 Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips,
 The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes
 And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit
 Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motionless;
 And their executors, the knavish crows,
 Fly o'er them, all impatient for their hour.
 Description cannot suit itself in words
 To demonstrate the life of such a battle
 In life so lifeless as it shows itself.

Constable They have said their prayers, and they stay for death.

DAUPHIN Shall we go send them dinners and fresh suits
 And give their fasting horses provender,
 And after fight with them?

Constable I stay but for my guidon: to the field!
 I will the banner from a trumpet take,
 And use it for my haste. Come, come, away!
 The sun is high, and we outwear the day.

 [Exeunt]




 KING HENRY V


ACT IV