ACT IV, SCENE 8 The same. Another
Part of the Field of Battle.
Alarums, etc. Enter
Audley, wounded, and two Esquires, his rescuers.
||How fares my Lord?
||Even as a man may do,
That dines at such a bloody feast as this.
||I hope, my Lord, that is no
||No matter, if it be; the
count is cast,
And, in the worst, ends but a mortal man.
Good friends, convey me to the princely Edward,
That in the crimson bravery of my blood
I may become him with saluting him.
I'll smile, and tell him, that this open scar
Doth end the harvest of his Audley's war.
ACT IV, SCENE 9
The same. The English Camp.
Enter Prince Edward,
King John, Charles, and all, with Ensigns spread.
||Now, John in France, and
lately John of France,
Thy bloody ensigns are my captive colours;
And you, high-vaunting Charles of Normandy,
That once to-day sent me a horse to fly,
Are now the subjects of my clemency.
Fie, Lords! is't not a shame that English boys,
Whose early days are yet not worth a beard,
Should in the bosom of your kingdom thus,
One against twenty, beat you up together?
||Thy fortune, not thy force,
hath conquer'd us.
||An argument that heaven
aides the right.
[Enter Artois with Philip.]
See, see, Artois doth bring with him along
The late good counsel giver to my soul.
Welcome, Artois; and welcome, Phillip, too:
Who now of you or I have need to pray?
Now is the proverb verified in you,
'Too bright a morning breeds a louring day.'
[Sound Trumpets. Enter Audley, led by the two Esquires.]
But say, what grim discouragement comes here!
Alas, what thousand armed men of France
Have writ that note of death in Audley's face?
Speak, thou that wooest death with thy careless smile,
And look'st so merrily upon thy grave,
As if thou were enamor'd on thine end:
What hungry sword hath so bereav'd thy face,
And lopp'd a true friend from my loving soul?
||O Prince, thy sweet
bemoaning speech to me
Is as a mournful knell to one dead-sick.
||Dear Audley, if my tongue
ring out thy end,
My arms shall be thy grave: what may I do
To win thy life, or to revenge thy death?
If thou wilt drink the blood of captive kings,
Or that it were restorative, command
A health of kings' blood, and I'll drink to thee;
If honor may dispense for thee with death,
The never dying honor of this day
Share wholly, Audley, to thy self, and live.
thou art so, behold
A Caesar's fame in king's captivity--
If I could hold him death but at a bay,
Till I did see my liege thy royal father,
My soul should yield this castle of my flesh,
This mangled tribute, with all willingness,
To darkness, consummation, dust, and worms.
||Cheerily, bold man! Thy soul
is all too proud
To yield her city for one little breach;
Should be divorced from her earthly spouse
By the soft temper of a French man's sword?
Lo, to repair thy life, I give to thee
Three thousand marks a year in English land.
||I take thy gift, to pay the
debts I owe:
These two poor Esquires redeem'd me from the French
With lusty and dear hazard of their lives:
What thou hast given me, I give to them;
And, as thou lov'st me, prince, lay thy consent
To this bequeath in my last testament.
||Renowned Audley, live, and
have from me
This gift twice doubled to these Esquires and thee:
But live or die, what thou hast given away
To these and theirs shall lasting freedom stay.
Come, gentlemen, I will see my friend bestow'd
With in an easy Litter; then we'll march
Proudly toward Calis with triumphant pace,
Unto my royal father, and there bring
The tribute of my wars, fair France's king.
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ACT III, SCENE 4 The Same./ACT III, SCENE 5 The Same.
ACT I, SCENE 1 London. A Room of State in the Palace.
ACT IV, SCENE 1 Bretagne. Camp of the English/ACT IV,
SCENE 2 Picardy. The English Camp before Calais.
ACT I, Scene
2 Roxborough. Before the Castle.
ACT IV, SCENE 3 Poitou. Fields near Poitiers. The
French camp; Tent of the Duke of Normandy.
ACT II, SCENE 1 The Same. Gardens of the Castle.
ACT IV, SCENE 4 The same. The English Camp.
ACT II, SCENE2 The Same. A Room in the Castle.
ACT IV, SCENE 5 The same. The French Camp.
ACT III, SCENE1 Flanders. The French Camp.
ACT IV, SCENE 6 The same. A Part of the Field
of Battle./ACT IV, SCENE 7 The same. Another Part of the Field of
ACT III, SCENE 2 Picardy. Fields near Cressy.
ACT IV, SCENE 8
The same. Another Part of the Field of Battle. /ACT IV, SCENE 9 The
same. The English Camp.
ACT III, SCENE 3 The same. Drums.
ACT V, SCENE 1 Picardy. The English Camp before Calais.
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