Have I not heard these islanders shout out 'Vive le roi!'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,no,on my soul,it never shall be said.CARDINAL PANDULPH You look but on the outside of this work.LEWIS Outside or inside,I will not return Till my attempt so much be glorified As to my ample hope was promised Before I drew this gallant head of war,And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world,To outlook conquest and to win renown Even in the jaws of danger and of death.
Trumpet sounds What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us?
Enter the BASTARD,attended BASTARD 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.CARDINAL PANDULPH The Dauphin is too wilful-opposite,And will not temporize with my entreaties;He flatly says he'll not lay down his arms.BASTARD By all the blood that ever fury breathed,The youth says well.Now hear our English king;For thus his royalty doth speak in me.
He is prepared,and reason too he should:
This apish and unmannerly approach,This harness'd masque and unadvised revel,This unhair'd sauciness and boyish troops,The king doth smile at;and is well prepared To whip this dwarfish war,these pigmy arms,From out the circle of his territories.
That hand which had the strength,even at your door,To cudgel you and make you take the hatch,To dive like buckets in concealed wells,To crouch in litter of your stable planks,To lie like pawns lock'd up in chests and trunks,To hug with swine,to seek sweet safety out In vaults and prisons,and to thrill and shake Even at the crying of your nation's crow,Thinking his voice an armed Englishman;Shall that victorious hand be feebled here,That in your chambers gave you chastisement?