1:14:04
Bids them good morrow
with a modest smile...
1:14:07
and calls them "Brothers,
friends and countrymen."
1:14:13
A largesse universal,
like the sun...
1:14:16
his liberal eye
doth give to everyone,
1:14:20
thawing cold fear...
1:14:22
that mean and gentle all...
1:14:26
behold, as may
unworthiness define,
1:14:29
a little touch of Harry
in the night.
1:14:34
Good morrow, old
sir Thomas Erpingham.
1:14:36
A good soft pillow for that good white head
were better than a churlish turf of France.
1:14:41
Not so, my liege.
This lodging likes me better...
1:14:45
since I may say,
"Now lie I like a king."
1:14:48
[Chuckles]
Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas.
1:14:53
Brothers both, commend me
to the princes in our camp.
1:14:56
Do my good morrow to them, and
anon desire them all to my pavilion.
1:15:00
We shall, my liege.
1:15:06
Shall I attend your grace?
No, my good knight.
1:15:09
I and my bosom
must debate a while,
1:15:13
and then I would
no other company.
1:15:16
The lord in heaven
bless thee, noble Harry.
1:15:26
God have mercy, old heart.
1:15:29
Thou speakest cheerfully.
1:15:41
[Clears throat]
Qui va la?
1:15:44
A friend.
1:15:47
Discuss unto me.
1:15:50
Art thou officer...
1:15:52
or art thou base,
common and popular?
1:15:56
I am a gentleman of a company.
1:15:59
Trailest thou
the puissant pike? Even so.