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But wherefore do you droop? why look you sad?
O inglorious league!
Bast. Away then, with good courage; yet, I
know, Our party may well meet a prouder foe. [Exeunt.
-A Plain, near St. Edmund's Bury.
Enter, in arms, LEWIS, SALISBURY, Melun,
PEMBROKE, BIGOT, and Soldiers.
Sal. Upon our sides it never shall be broken.
Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up
of a land remote, And follow unacquainted colours here? What, here? -O nation, that thou could'st re
move ! That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about, Would bear thee from the knowledge of thyself, And grapple thee unto a pagan shore; Where these two Christian armies might combine The blood of malice in a vein of league, And not to spend it so unneighbourly!
Lew. A noble temper dost thou show in this ; And great affections, wrestling in thy bosom, Do make an earthquake of nobility. O, what a noble combat hast thou fought, Between compulsion and a brave respecto ! Let me wipe off this honourable dew, That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks : My heart hath melted at a lady's tears, Being an ordinary inundation ; But this effusion of such manly drops, This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul, Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz'd Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors. Lift up thy brow, renowned Salisbury, And with a great heart heave away this storm : Commend these waters to those baby eyes, That never saw the giant world enrag'd ; Nor met with fortune other than at feasts, Full warm of blood, of mirth, of gossiping. Come, come ; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as all,
deep Into the purse of rich prosperity, ,
6 Love of country
As Lewis himself: - 80, nobles, shall you
Enter PANDULPH, attended.
Hail, noble prince of France !
k; I am too high-born to be propertied?, To be a secondary at control, Or useful serving-man, and instrument, To any sovereign state throughout the world. Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars, Between this chástis'd kingdom and myself, And brought in matter that should feed this fire ; And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out With that same weak wind which enkindled it. You taught me how to know the face of right, Acquainted me with interest to this land, Yea, thrust this enterprize into my heart; And come you now to tell me, John hath made His
peace with Rome? What is that peace to me? I, by the honour of my marriage-bed, After young Arthur, claim this land for mine;
And, now it is half-conquer'd, must I back, Because that John hath made his peace with Rome? Am I Rome's slaye? What penny
hath Rome borne, What men provided, what munition sent, To underprop this action ? is't not I, That undergo this charge ? who else but I, And such as to my claim are liable, Sweat in this business, and maintain this war? Have I not heard these islanders shout out, Vive le roy! as I have bank'd their towns ? Have I not here the best cards for the game, To win this easy match play'd for a crown? And shall I now give o'er the yielded set ? No, on my soul, it never shall be said.
Pand. You look but on the outside of this work.
Lew. Outside or inside, I will not return
[Trumpet sounds. What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us ?
Enter the Bastard, attended. Bast. According to the fair play of the world, Let me have audience; I am sent to speak: My holy lord of Milan, from the king I come, to learn how you have dealt for him ; And, as you answer, I do know the scope And warrant limited unto my tongue.
Pand. The Dauphin is too wilful-opposite, And will not temporize with my entreaties ; He flatly says, he'll not lay down his arms.
Bast. By all the blood that ever fury breath'd,
8 Face down.