1:34:09
Once more I come to know
of thee, if for they ransom,
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thou wilt now compound before
thy most assured overthrow.
1:34:16
Who hast sent thee now?
The constable of France.
1:34:19
I pray thee bear
my former answer back.
1:34:23
Bid them achieve me
and then sell my bones!
1:34:28
Good god, why should they
mock poor fellows thus?
1:34:32
Let me speak proudly.
1:34:35
Tell the constable we are but
warriors for the working day.
1:34:38
Our gayness and our gilt
are all besmirched...
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with rainy marching
in the painful field,
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but by the mass,
our hearts are in the trim.
1:34:47
Herald,
save thou thy labor.
1:34:51
Come thou no more for ransom,
gentle herald.
1:34:55
They shall have none,
I swear,
1:34:59
but these my joints!
[Cheering]
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Which, if they have
as I shall leave of them,
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shall yield them little.
1:35:14
Tell the constable.
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I shall, king Harry.
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And so fare thee well.
1:35:21
Thou never shalt
hear herald anymore.
1:35:32
My lord,
most humbly on my knee,
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I beg the leading
of the vaward.
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Take it, brave York.
1:35:44
Now, soldiers, march away,
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and how thou pleasest, God,
1:35:53
dispose the day.