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 Berry and of Britain,
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 it self should not so dull a kingdom,
(Tho' 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 shew of fear;

No, with no more than if we heard that England
Were busied with a Whitson morris-dance:
For, my good Liege, she is so idly king'd,
Her scepter so fantastically born,
By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth,
That fear attends her not.

Con.
O peace, Prince Dauphin,
† ^noteYou are too much mistaken in this King:
Question your grace the late ambassadors,
With what great state he heard their embassie,
How well supply'd with noble counsellors,
How modest in exception, and withal
How terrible in constant resolution:
And you shall find his vanities fore-spent
Were but the out-side 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 tho' we think it so, it is no matter:
In causes 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 battel fatally was struck,

And all our Princes captiv'd by the hand
Of that black name, Edward the Prince of Wales:
While that his mountain fire, on mountain standing,
Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun,
Saw his heroick 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. 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.
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 Soveraign,
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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