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Enter the KING OF FRANCE , the DAUPHIN , the duke of BOURBON , the CONSTABLE of France, and others
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Enter the KING OF FRANCE , the DAUPHIN , the duke of BOURBON , the CONSTABLE of France, and others
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KING OF FRANCE 'Tis certain he hath passed the river Somme.
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KING OF FRANCE 'Tis certain he hath passed the river Somme.
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CONSTABLE An if he be not fought withal, my lord,
Let us not live in France. Let us quit all
And give our vineyards to a barbarous people.
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CONSTABLE An if he be not fought withal, my lord,
Let us not live in France. Let us quit all
And give our vineyards to a barbarous people.
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DAUPHIN The emptying of our fathers' luxury,
Our scions, put in wild and savage stock,
Spurt up so suddenly into the clouds
And overlook their grafters?
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DAUPHIN The emptying of our fathers' luxury,
Our scions, put in wild and savage stock,
Spurt up so suddenly into the clouds
And overlook their grafters?
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BOURBON 10 Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bastards!
Mort de ma vie, if they march along
Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom
To buy a slobb'ry and a dirty farm
In that nook-shotten isle of Albion.
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BOURBON Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bastards!
Mort de ma vie, if they march along
Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom
To buy a slobb'ry and a dirty farm
In that nook-shotten isle of Albion.
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CONSTABLE Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull,
On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale,
Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden water,
A drench for sur-reined jades, their barley broth,
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CONSTABLE Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull,
On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale,
Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden water,
A drench for sur-reined jades, their barley broth,
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20 Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?
And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine,
Seem frosty? Oh, for honor of our land,
Let us not hang like roping icicles
Upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty people
25 Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields!
“Poor” we may call them in their native lords.
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Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?
And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine,
Seem frosty? Oh, for honor of our land,
Let us not hang like roping icicles
Upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty people
Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields!
“Poor” we may call them in their native lords.
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DAUPHIN By faith and honor,
Our madams mock at us and plainly say
Our mettle is bred out and they will give
30 Their bodies to the lust of English youth
To new-store France with bastard warriors.
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DAUPHIN By faith and honor,
Our madams mock at us and plainly say
Our mettle is bred out and they will give
Their bodies to the lust of English youth
To new-store France with bastard warriors.
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BOURBON And teach lavoltas high, and swift corantos,
Saying our grace is only in our heels
And that we are most lofty runaways.
35 They bid us to the
English dancing schools.
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BOURBON And teach lavoltas high, and swift corantos,
Saying our grace is only in our heels
And that we are most lofty runaways.
They bid us to the
English dancing schools.
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KING OF FRANCE Where is Montjoy the herald? Speed him hence.
Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.
Up, princes, and, with spirit of honor edged
40 More sharper than your swords, hie to the field:
Charles Delabreth, High Constable of France;
You dukes of Orléans, Bourbon, and of Berri,
Alençon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy;
Jacques Chatillon, Rambures, Vaudemont,
45 Beaumont, Grandpré, Roussi, and Faulconbridge,
Foix, Lestrale, Bouciqualt, and Charolois;
High dukes, great princes, barons, lords, and knights,
For your great seats now quit you of great shames.
Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land
50 With pennons painted in the blood of Harfleur.
Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow
Upon the valleys, whose low vassal seat
The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon.
Go down upon him—you have power enough—
55 And in a captive chariot into Rouen
Bring him our prisoner.
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KING OF FRANCE Where is Montjoy the herald? Speed him hence.
Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.
Up, princes, and, with spirit of honor edged
More sharper than your swords, hie to the field:
Charles Delabreth, High Constable of France;
You dukes of Orléans, Bourbon, and of Berri,
Alençon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy;
Jacques Chatillon, Rambures, Vaudemont,
Beaumont, Grandpré, Roussi, and Faulconbridge,
Foix, Lestrale, Bouciqualt, and Charolois;
High dukes, great princes, barons, lords, and knights,
For your great seats now quit you of great shames.
Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land
With pennons painted in the blood of Harfleur.
Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow
Upon the valleys, whose low vassal seat
The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon.
Go down upon him—you have power enough—
And in a captive chariot into Rouen
Bring him our prisoner.
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CONSTABLE This becomes the great!
Sorry am I his numbers are so few,
His soldiers sick and famished in their march,
60 For, I am sure, when he shall see our army
He’ll drop his heart into the sink of fear
And for achievement offer us his ransom.
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CONSTABLE This becomes the great!
Sorry am I his numbers are so few,
His soldiers sick and famished in their march,
For, I am sure, when he shall see our army
He’ll drop his heart into the sink of fear
And for achievement offer us his ransom.
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KING OF FRANCE Therefore, Lord Constable, haste on Montjoy
And let him say to England that we send
65 To know what willing ransom he will give.
—Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Rouen.
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KING OF FRANCE Therefore, Lord Constable, haste on Montjoy
And let him say to England that we send
To know what willing ransom he will give.
—Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Rouen.
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DAUPHIN Not so, I do beseech your Majesty.
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DAUPHIN Not so, I do beseech your Majesty.
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KING OF FRANCE Be patient, for you shall remain with us.
—Now forth, Lord Constable and princes all,
70 And quickly bring us word of England’s fall.
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KING OF FRANCE Be patient, for you shall remain with us.
—Now forth, Lord Constable and princes all,
And quickly bring us word of England’s fall.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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Original Text |
Modern Text |
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Enter the KING OF FRANCE , the DAUPHIN , the duke of BOURBON , the CONSTABLE of France, and others
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Enter the KING OF FRANCE , the DAUPHIN , the duke of BOURBON , the CONSTABLE of France, and others
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KING OF FRANCE 'Tis certain he hath passed the river Somme.
|
KING OF FRANCE 'Tis certain he hath passed the river Somme.
|
|
CONSTABLE An if he be not fought withal, my lord,
Let us not live in France. Let us quit all
And give our vineyards to a barbarous people.
|
CONSTABLE An if he be not fought withal, my lord,
Let us not live in France. Let us quit all
And give our vineyards to a barbarous people.
|
|
DAUPHIN The emptying of our fathers' luxury,
Our scions, put in wild and savage stock,
Spurt up so suddenly into the clouds
And overlook their grafters?
|
DAUPHIN The emptying of our fathers' luxury,
Our scions, put in wild and savage stock,
Spurt up so suddenly into the clouds
And overlook their grafters?
|
|
BOURBON 10 Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bastards!
Mort de ma vie, if they march along
Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom
To buy a slobb'ry and a dirty farm
In that nook-shotten isle of Albion.
|
BOURBON Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bastards!
Mort de ma vie, if they march along
Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom
To buy a slobb'ry and a dirty farm
In that nook-shotten isle of Albion.
|
|
CONSTABLE Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull,
On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale,
Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden water,
A drench for sur-reined jades, their barley broth,
|
CONSTABLE Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull,
On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale,
Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden water,
A drench for sur-reined jades, their barley broth,
|
|
20 Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?
And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine,
Seem frosty? Oh, for honor of our land,
Let us not hang like roping icicles
Upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty people
25 Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields!
“Poor” we may call them in their native lords.
|
Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?
And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine,
Seem frosty? Oh, for honor of our land,
Let us not hang like roping icicles
Upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty people
Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields!
“Poor” we may call them in their native lords.
|
|
DAUPHIN By faith and honor,
Our madams mock at us and plainly say
Our mettle is bred out and they will give
30 Their bodies to the lust of English youth
To new-store France with bastard warriors.
|
DAUPHIN By faith and honor,
Our madams mock at us and plainly say
Our mettle is bred out and they will give
Their bodies to the lust of English youth
To new-store France with bastard warriors.
|
|
BOURBON And teach lavoltas high, and swift corantos,
Saying our grace is only in our heels
And that we are most lofty runaways.
35 They bid us to the
English dancing schools.
|
BOURBON And teach lavoltas high, and swift corantos,
Saying our grace is only in our heels
And that we are most lofty runaways.
They bid us to the
English dancing schools.
|
|
KING OF FRANCE Where is Montjoy the herald? Speed him hence.
Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.
Up, princes, and, with spirit of honor edged
40 More sharper than your swords, hie to the field:
Charles Delabreth, High Constable of France;
You dukes of Orléans, Bourbon, and of Berri,
Alençon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy;
Jacques Chatillon, Rambures, Vaudemont,
45 Beaumont, Grandpré, Roussi, and Faulconbridge,
Foix, Lestrale, Bouciqualt, and Charolois;
High dukes, great princes, barons, lords, and knights,
For your great seats now quit you of great shames.
Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land
50 With pennons painted in the blood of Harfleur.
Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow
Upon the valleys, whose low vassal seat
The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon.
Go down upon him—you have power enough—
55 And in a captive chariot into Rouen
Bring him our prisoner.
|
KING OF FRANCE Where is Montjoy the herald? Speed him hence.
Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.
Up, princes, and, with spirit of honor edged
More sharper than your swords, hie to the field:
Charles Delabreth, High Constable of France;
You dukes of Orléans, Bourbon, and of Berri,
Alençon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy;
Jacques Chatillon, Rambures, Vaudemont,
Beaumont, Grandpré, Roussi, and Faulconbridge,
Foix, Lestrale, Bouciqualt, and Charolois;
High dukes, great princes, barons, lords, and knights,
For your great seats now quit you of great shames.
Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land
With pennons painted in the blood of Harfleur.
Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow
Upon the valleys, whose low vassal seat
The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon.
Go down upon him—you have power enough—
And in a captive chariot into Rouen
Bring him our prisoner.
|
|
CONSTABLE This becomes the great!
Sorry am I his numbers are so few,
His soldiers sick and famished in their march,
60 For, I am sure, when he shall see our army
He’ll drop his heart into the sink of fear
And for achievement offer us his ransom.
|
CONSTABLE This becomes the great!
Sorry am I his numbers are so few,
His soldiers sick and famished in their march,
For, I am sure, when he shall see our army
He’ll drop his heart into the sink of fear
And for achievement offer us his ransom.
|
|
KING OF FRANCE Therefore, Lord Constable, haste on Montjoy
And let him say to England that we send
65 To know what willing ransom he will give.
—Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Rouen.
|
KING OF FRANCE Therefore, Lord Constable, haste on Montjoy
And let him say to England that we send
To know what willing ransom he will give.
—Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Rouen.
|
|
DAUPHIN Not so, I do beseech your Majesty.
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DAUPHIN Not so, I do beseech your Majesty.
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KING OF FRANCE Be patient, for you shall remain with us.
—Now forth, Lord Constable and princes all,
70 And quickly bring us word of England’s fall.
|
KING OF FRANCE Be patient, for you shall remain with us.
—Now forth, Lord Constable and princes all,
And quickly bring us word of England’s fall.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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