And let another half ftand laughing by,
And out of work, and cold for action.
Ely. Awake remembrance of thefe valiant dead,
And with your puiflant Arm renew their Feats;
You are their Heir, you fit upon their Throne:
The Blood and Courage that renowned them,
Runs in your Veins; and my thrice-puiffant Liege
Is in the very May-Morn of his Youth,
Ripe for Exploits and mighty Enterprises.
Exe. Your Brother Kings and Monarchs of the Earth Do all expect, that you should rouze your self,
As did the former Lions of your Blood.
Weft. They know your Grace hath cause, and means, and
So hath your Hgihness, never King of England
Had Nobles richer, and more loyal Subjects,
Whose Hearts have left their Bodies here in England,
And lye pavillion'd in the Field of France.
Cant. O let their Bodies follow, my dear Liege,
With Blood, and Sword, and Fire, to win your Right:
In aid whereof, we of the Spirituality
Will raife your Highness fuch a mighty Sum,
As never did the Clergy, at one time,
Bring in to any of your Ancestors.
K. Henry. We must not only arm t'invade the French, But lay down our Proportions, to defend
Against the Scot, who will make road upon us,
Cant. They of thofe Marches, gracious Soveraign, Shall be a Wall fufficient to defend
Our Inland from the pilfering Borderers.
K. Henry. We do not mean the courfing Snatchers only,
But fear the main intendment of the Scot,
Who hath been still a giddy Neighbour to us:
For you fhall read, that my great Grandfather
Never went with his Forces into France,
But that the Scot, on his unfurnifht Kingdom,
Came pouring like a Tide into a Breach,
With ample and brim fulnefs of his force,
Galling the gleaned Land with hot affays,
Girding with grievous Siege, our Towns and Caftles:
That England being empty of defence,
Hath fhook and trembled at th' ill Neighbourhood.
Cant. She hath been then more fear'd than harm'd, my
For hear her but exampl'd by her felf,
When all her Chivalry hath been in France,
And the a mourning Widow of her Nobles,
She hath her felf not only well defended,
But taken and impounded as a Stray,
The King of Scots, whom she did fend to France,
To fill King Edward's Fame with Prifoner Kings,
And make his Chronicle as rich with praife,
As is the Ouzy bottom of the Sea
With funken Wrack, and fum-lefs Treafuries.
Ely. But there's a Saying very old and true,
If that you will France win, then with Scotland first begin.
For once the Eagle, England, being in prey,
To her unguarded Veft, the Weazel, Scot,
Comnes foeaking, and fo fucks her Princely Eggs,
Playing the Moufe in abfence of the Cat,
To fpoil and havock more than the can eat.
Exe. It follows then, the Cat muft ftay at home:
Yet that is but a crufh'd neceffity;
Since we have Locks to fafeguard Neceffaries,
And pretty Traps to catch the petty Thieves.
While that the armed Hand doth fight abroad,
Th' advifed Head defends it felf at home:
-For Government, though high, and low, and lower,
Put into parts, doth keep in one confent,
Congreeing in a full and natural close,
Like Mufick.
Cant. Therefore doth Heav'n divide
The ftate of Man in divers Fun&ions,
Setting Endeavour in continual Motion:
To which is fixed, as an Aim or Butt,
Obedience; for fo work the Honey Bees,
Creatures that, by a Rule in Nature, teach
The A&t of Order to a peopled Kingdom.
They have a King, and Officers of forts,
Where fome like Magiftrates correct at home:
Others, like Merchants, venture Trade abroad:
Others, like Soldiers armed in their ftings,
Make boot upon the Summer's Velvet buds:
Which Pillage, they with merry march bring home
To the Tent-Royal of their Emperor:
Who bufied in his Majefty, furveys
The finging Mafon building Roofs of Gold,
The civil Citizens kneading up the Honey;
The poor Mechanick Porters, crowding in
Their heavy Burthens at his narrow Gate:
The fad-ey'd Juftice, with his furly hum,
Delivering o'er to Executors pale.
The lazy yawning Drone. I this infer,
That many things having full reference
To one confent, may work contrariously:
As many Arrows loofed feveral ways
Come to one mark; as many ways meet in one Town,
As many fresh Streams meet in one falt Sea
As many Lines clofe in the Dial's center;
So may a thousand Actions once a foot,
And in one purpofe, and be all well born
Without defeat. Therefore to France, my Liege,
Divide your happy England into four,
Whereof, take you one quarter into France,
And you withal fhall make all Gallia fhake,
If we with thrice fuch Powers left at home,
Cannot defend our own Doors from the Dog,
Let us be worried, and our Nation lofe
The name of hardinefs and policy.
K. Henry. Call in the Meffengers fent from the Dauphin.
Now are we all refolv'd, and by God's help
And yours, the noble Sinews of our Power;
France being ours, we'll bend it to our Awe,
Or break it all to pieces. Or there we'll fit,
Ruling in large and ample Empery,
O'er France, and all her, almoft, Kingly Dukedoms,
Or lay thefe Bones in an unworthy Urn,
Tomblefs, with no remembrance over them;
Either our Hiftory fhall with full Mouth
Speak feely of our Acts, or elfe our Grave,
Like Turkish Mure, fhall have a Tongueles Mouth,
Not worshipt with a waxen Epitaph.
Enter Ambafadors of France.
Now are we well prepar'd to know the pleasure
Of our fair Coufin Dauphin; for we hear,
Your Greeting is from him, not from the King.
Amb. May't please your Majefty to give us leave
Freely to render what we have in Charge:
Or fhall we sparingly fhew you far off
The Dauphin's Meaning, and our Embassie.
K. Henry. We are no Tyrant, but a Christian King,
Unto whofe Grace our Paffion is as fubject,
As are our Wretches fetter'd in our Prifons:
Therefore with frank and with uncurbed plainess,
Tell us the Dauphin's Mind.
Your Highness, lately fending into France,
Did claim fome certain Dukedoms, in the right
Of your great Predeceffor, King Edward the Third.
In answer of which Claim, the Prince our Mafter
Says that
you favour too much of your Youth,
And bids you be advis'd: There's nought in France
That can be with a nimble Galliard won;
You cannot revel into Dukedoms there:
He therefore fends you, meeter for your Spirit,
This Tun of Treasure; and in lieu of this,
Defires you let the Dukedoms that you claim
Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin fpeaks.
K. Henry. What Treasure, Uncle;
Exe. Tennis-balls, my Liege.
K. Henry. We are glad the Dauphin is fo pleasant with us.
His Prefent, and your Pains we thank you for;
When we have match'd our Rackets to thefe Balls,
We will in France, by God's Grace, play a fet
Shall ftrike his Father's Crown into the hazard.
Tell him he hath made a match with fuch a Wrangler,
That all the Courts of France will be difturb'd
With Chaces. And we understand him well,
And he comes o'er us with our wilder days,
Not measuring what ufe we made of them.
We never valu'd this poor Seat of England,
And therefore living hence, did give our felf
To barbarous licence; as 'tis ever common,
That men are merrieft when they are from home:
But tell the Dauphin, I will keep my State,
Be like a King, and fhew my Sail of Greatnefs,
When I do rowse me in my Throne of France.
For that I have laid by my Majefty,
And plodded like a Man for working days:
But I will rife there with fo full a Glory,
That I will dazzle all the Eyes of France,
Yea ftrike the Dauphin blind to look on us.
And tell the pleasant Prince, this Mock of his
Hath turn'd his Balls to Gun-ftones, and his Soul
Shall ftand fore charged, for the wafteful Vengeance
That shall fly with them: For many a thousand Widows
Shall this his Mock mock out of their dear Husbands;
Mock Mothers from their Sons, mock Castles down:
And fome are yet ungotten and unborn,
That fhall have caufe to curfe the Dauphin's Scorn.
But this lyes all within the Will of God,
To whom I do appeal, and in whose Name
Tell you the Dauphin, I am coming on,
Το venge me as I may, and to put forth
My rightful hand in a well-hallow'd caufe.
So get you hence in Peace, and tell the Dauphin,
His Jeft will favour but of fhallow Wit,
When thousands weep more than did laugh at it.
Convey them with fafe Conduct. Fare ye well.
Exe. This was a merry Meffage.
K. Henry. We hope to make the Sender blufh at it:
Therefore, my Lords, omit no happy hour,
That may give furth'rance to our Expedition;
For we have now no thought in us but France,
Save thofe to God, that run before our business.
Therefore let our Proportions for thefe Wars
Be foon collected, and all things thought upon,
That may with reafonable fwiftnefs add
More Feathers to our Wings: For God before,
We'll chide this Dauphin at his Father's door.
Therefore let every Man now task his thought,
That this fair Action may on foot be brought.
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