No:know the gallant monarch is in arms And like an eagle o'er his aery towers,To souse annoyance that comes near his nest.
And you degenerate,you ingrate revolts,You bloody Neroes,ripping up the womb Of your dear mother England,blush for shame;For your own ladies and pale-visaged maids Like Amazons come tripping after drums,Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change,Their needles to lances,and their gentle hearts To fierce and bloody inclination.LEWIS There end thy brave,and turn thy face in peace;We grant thou canst outscold us:fare thee well;We hold our time too precious to be spent With such a brabbler.CARDINAL PANDULPH Give me leave to speak.BASTARD No,I will speak.LEWIS We will attend to neither.
Strike up the drums;and let the tongue of war Plead for our interest and our being here.BASTARD Indeed your drums,being beaten,will cry out;And so shall you,being beaten:do but start An echo with the clamour of thy drum,And even at hand a drum is ready braced That shall reverberate all as loud as thine;Sound but another,and another shall As loud as thine rattle the welkin's ear And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder:for at hand,Not trusting to this halting legate here,Whom he hath used rather for sport than need Is warlike John;and in his forehead sits A bare-ribb'd death,whose office is this day To feast upon whole thousands of the French.LEWIS Strike up our drums,to find this danger out.BASTARD And thou shalt find it,Dauphin,do not doubt.
Exeunt
SCENE III.England.The field of battle
Alarums.Enter KING JOHN and HUBERT
KING JOHN How goes the day with us?O,tell me,Hubert.HUBERT Badly,I fear.How fares your majesty?KING JOHN This fever,that hath troubled me so long,Lies heavy on me;O,my heart is sick!