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Henry V
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     Dramatis Personae 
     Prologue
     ACT I   i
     ACT I   ii
     ACT II  Prologue
     ACT II  i
     ACT II  ii
     ACT II  iii
     ACT II  iv
     ACT III Prologue
     ACT III i
     ACT III ii
     ACT III iii
     ACT III iv
     ACT III v
     ACT III vi
    
    
     ACT III vii
     ACT IV  Prologue
     ACT IV  i
     ACT IV  ii
     ACT IV  iii 
     ACT IV  iv
     ACT IV  v
     ACT IV  vi
     ACT IV  vii
     ACT IV  viii
     ACT V   Prologue
     ACT V   i
     ACT V   ii
     Epilogue
     Complete play
    


     Act II 

    
    ACT II: SCENE IV	France. The KING'S palace.

    
    	Flourish. Enter the FRENCH KING, the DAUPHIN, the
    	DUKES of BERRI and BRETAGNE, the Constable, and others
    
    KING OF FRANCE	Thus comes the English with full power upon us;
    	And more than carefully it us concerns
    	To answer royally in our defences.
    	Therefore the Dukes of Berri and of Bretagne,
    	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.
    
    DAUPHIN	                  My most redoubted father,
    	It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe;
    	For peace itself should not so dull a kingdom,
    	Though 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 show of fear;
    	No, with no more than if we heard that England
    	Were busied with a Whitsun morris-dance:
    	For, my good liege, she is so idly king'd,
    	Her sceptre so fantastically borne
    	By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth,
    	That fear attends her not.
    
    Constable	O peace, Prince Dauphin!
    	You are too much mistaken in this king:
    	Question your grace the late ambassadors,
    	With what great state he heard their embassy,
    	How well supplied with noble counsellors,
    	How modest in exception, and withal
    	How terrible in constant resolution,
    	And you shall find his vanities forespent
    	Were but the outside 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.
    
    DAUPHIN	Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable;
    	But though we think it so, it is no matter:
    	In cases 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 or niggardly projection
    	Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat with scanting
    	A little cloth.
    
    KING OF FRANCE	                  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 battle fatally was struck,
    	And all our princes captiv'd by the hand
    	Of that black name, Edward, Black Prince of Wales;
    	Whiles that his mountain sire, on mountain standing,
    	Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun,
    	Saw his heroical seed, and smiled 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
    
    Messenger	Ambassadors from Harry King of England
    	Do crave admittance to your majesty.
    
    KING OF FRANCE	We'll give them present audience. Go, and bring them.
    
    	Exeunt Messenger and certain Lords
    
    	You see this chase is hotly follow'd, friends.
    
    DAUPHIN	Turn head, and stop pursuit; for coward dogs
    	Most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten
    	Runs far before them. Good my sovereign,
    	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.
    
    	Re-enter Lords, with EXETER and train
    
    KING OF FRANCE	From our brother England?
    
    EXETER	From him; and thus he greets your majesty.
    	He wills you, in the name of God Almighty,
    	That you divest yourself, and lay apart
    	The borrow'd glories that by gift of heaven,
    	By law of nature and of nations, 'long
    	To him and to his heirs; namely, the crown
    	And all wide-stretched honours that pertain
    	By custom and the ordinance of times
    	Unto the crown of France. That you may know
    	'Tis no sinister nor no awkward claim,
    	Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days,
    	Nor from the dust of old oblivion raked,
    	He sends you this most memorable line,
    	In every branch truly demonstrative;
    	Willing to overlook this pedigree:
    	And when you find him evenly derived
    	From his most famed of famous ancestors,
    	Edward the Third, he bids you then resign
    	Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held
    	From him the native and true challenger.
    
    KING OF FRANCE	Or else what follows?
    
    EXETER	Bloody constraint; for if you hide the crown
    	Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it:
    	Therefore in fierce tempest is he coming,
    	In thunder and in earthquake, like a Jove,
    	That, if requiring fail, he will compel;
    	And bids you, in the bowels of the Lord,
    	Deliver up the crown, and to take mercy
    	On the poor souls for whom this hungry war
    	Opens his vasty jaws; and on your head
    	Turning the widows' tears, the orphans' cries
    	The dead men's blood, the pining maidens groans,
    	For husbands, fathers and betrothed lovers,
    	That shall be swallow'd in this controversy.
    	This is his claim, his threatening and my message;
    	Unless the Dauphin be in presence here,
    	To whom expressly I bring greeting too.
    
    KING OF FRANCE	For us, we will consider of this further:
    	To-morrow shall you bear our full intent
    	Back to our brother England.
    
    DAUPHIN	For the Dauphin,
    	I stand here for him: what to him from England?
    
    EXETER	Scorn and defiance; slight regard, contempt,
    	And any thing that may not misbecome
    	The mighty sender, doth he prize you at.
    	Thus says my king; an' if your father's highness
    	Do not, in grant of all demands at large,
    	Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty,
    	He'll call you to so hot an answer of it,
    	That caves and womby vaultages of France
    	Shall chide your trespass and return your mock
    	In second accent of his ordnance.
    
    DAUPHIN	Say, if my father render fair return,
    	It is against my will; for I desire
    	Nothing but odds with England: to that end,
    	As matching to his youth and vanity,
    	I did present him with the Paris balls.
    
    EXETER	He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it,
    	Were it the mistress-court of mighty Europe:
    	And, be assured, you'll find a difference,
    	As we his subjects have in wonder found,
    	Between the promise of his greener days
    	And these he masters now: now he weighs time
    	Even to the utmost grain: that you shall read
    	In your own losses, if he stay in France.
    
    KING OF FRANCE	To-morrow shall you know our mind at full.
    
    EXETER	Dispatch us with all speed, lest that our king
    	Come here himself to question our delay;
    	For he is footed in this land already.
    
    KING OF FRANCE	You shall be soon dispatch's with fair conditions:
    	A night is but small breath and little pause
    	To answer matters of this consequence.
    
    	Flourish. Exeunt
    
    
    

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