| ACT III SCENE V | The same. | |
| | Enter the KING OF FRANCE, the DAUPHIN, the DUKE of BOURBON, the Constable Of France, and others. | |
| KING OF FRANCE | 'Tis certain he hath pass'd the river Somme. | |
| Constable | And 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. | 5 |
| DAUPHIN | O Dieu vivant! shall a few sprays of us, | |
| | The emptying of our fathers' luxury, | |
| | Our scions, put in wild and savage stock, | |
| | Spirt up so suddenly into the clouds, | |
| | And overlook their grafters? | 10 |
| 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 slobbery and a dirty farm | |
| | In that nook-shotten isle of Albion. | 15 |
| Constable | Dieu de batailles! where have they this mettle? | |
| | 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-rein'd jades, their barley-broth, | 20 |
| | Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat? | |
| | And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine, | |
| | Seem frosty? O, for honour 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. | |
| DAUPHIN | By faith and honour, | |
| | 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. | |
| BOURBON | They bid us to the English dancing-schools, | |
| | And teach lavoltas high and swift corantos; | |
| | Saying our grace is only in our heels, | 35 |
| | And that we are most lofty runaways. | |
| 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 honour edged | |
| | More sharper than your swords, hie to the field: | 40 |
| | Charles Delabreth, high constable of France; | |
| | You Dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and of Berri, | |
| | Alencon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy; | |
| | Jaques Chatillon, Rambures, Vaudemont, | |
| | Beaumont, Grandpre, Roussi, and Fauconberg, | 45 |
| | 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: | 50 |
| | 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 | 55 |
| | Bring him our prisoner. | |
| Constable | This becomes the great. | |
| | Sorry am I his numbers are so few, | |
| | His soldiers sick and famish'd in their march, | |
| | For I am sure, when he shall see our army, | 60 |
| | 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 | |
| | To know what willing ransom he will give. | 65 |
| | Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Rouen. | |
| DAUPHIN | Not so, I do beseech your majesty. | |
| 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. | 70 |
| | Exeunt | |
