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Let me speak proudly : tell the Constable
[The Soldiers laugh. And time hath worn us into slovenry : But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim ; And my poor soldiers tell me, yet ere night They'll be in fresher robes ; or they will pluck The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads, 110 And turn them out of service. [They cheer.] If they do this (As, if God please, they shall), my ransom then Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour ; Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald : They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints ; 115 Which, if they have as I will leave 'em them, Shall yield them little, tell the Constable.
Montjoy. I shall, King Harry: and so, fare thee well: Thou never shalt hear herald any more. [Exeunt.
SCENE VII. THE CLOSE OF BATTLE.
Orleans and Bourbon, Lewis the Dauphin, and French
dice for ? Orleans. Is this the King we sent to for his ransom ? Bourbon. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but
shame! Let us die in honour : once more back again ! Constable. Disorder, that hath spoiled us, friend us now !
5 Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.
Orleans. We are enow yet living in the field
Bourbon. The devil take order now! I'll to the throng: Let life be short; else shame will be too long. [They rush off in tumult. Some of the French rally
and take up their position on a hill near.
Alarum. Enter King Henry with his Nobles and
Enter Montjoy just as the English Herald turns to go. Exeter. Here comes the herald of the French, my liege. Gloucester. His eyes are humbler than they used to be. King. How now! what means this, herald ? know'st thou not
25 That I have fined these bones of mine for ransom ? Com'st thou again for ransom ? Montjoy.
No, great king :
I tell thee truly, herald,
40 And gallop o'er the field.
Montjoy. The day is yours. [The English cheer. King. Praised be God, and not our strength, for it ! What is this castle called that stands hard by ?
Montjoy. They call it Agincourt.
Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.
[Exeunt Heralds with Montjoy.
55 Where ne'er from France arrived more happy men.
CHORUS V. THE HOME-COMING.
VII. RED AND WHITE
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
We learn from the play that this famous quarrel occurred
on the 29th of January, 1425. The scene was the Temple Garden. Richard Plantagenet, afterwards Duke of York, the father of King Edward IV, is the leader of the Yorkist or White Rose party ; he was killed at the battle of Wakefield. Onhis side are two nobles, Richard, Earl of Warwick, afterwards famous as 'the King-maker', and a lawyer named Vernon, a member of the Temple. The Lancastrian or Red Rose party is headed by Edmund Beaufort, Earl of Somerset, who is supported by William de la
Poole, Earl of Suffolk, and an unnamed lawyer. Enter the Earls of Somerset, Suffolk, and Warwick ;
Richard Plantagenet, Vernon, and another Lawyer. Plantagenet. Great lords and gentlemen, what means
this silence ? Dare no man answer in a case of truth ?
Suffolk. Within the Temple hall we were too loud ; The garden here is more convenient. Plantagenet. Then say at once if I maintained the truth;
5 Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error ?
Suffolk. Faith, I have been a truant in the law, And never yet could frame my will to it; And therefore frame the law unto my will. Somerset. Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then,
between us. Warwick. Between two hawks, which flies the higher
pitch; Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth; Between two blades, which bears the better temper ; Between two horses, which doth bear him best; Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye; 15 I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judgement : But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
Plantagenet. Tut, tut ! here is a mannerly forbearance: The truth appears so naked on my side, That any purblind eye may find it out.
Somerset. And on my side it is so well apparelled, So clear, so shining, and so evident, That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye. Plantagenet. Since you are tongue-tied and so loth to speak,
25 In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts : Let him that is a true-born gentleman, And stands upon the honour of his birth, If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
[He plucks a white rose. From off this briar pluck a white rose with me. 30 Somerset [plucking a red rose]. Let him that is no
coward nor no flatterer, But dare maintain the party of the truth, Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me. Warwick (plucking a white rose, and taking his place by Plantagenet]. I love no colours ; and without all
colour Of base insinuating flattery,
35 I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet. Suffolk [plucking a red rose and joining Somerset). I pluck this red rose with young
Somerset. Good Master Vernon, it is well objected :
45 Vernon (plucking a white rose]. Then, for the truth and
plainness of the case, pluck this pale and maiden blossom here, Giving my verdict on the white rose side.
Somerset. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off, Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red, 50 And fall on my side so, against your will.
Vernon. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed,