1:46:02
'Tis as errant a piece
of knavery, mark you now,
1:46:07
as can be offered.
1:46:11
In your conscience,
now, is it not?
1:46:18
'Tis certain there's
not a boy left alive.
1:46:21
[Sobs]
1:46:33
I was not angry
since I came to France!
1:46:37
Until this instant!
1:46:38
Here comes the herald
of the French, my liege.
1:46:48
What means this, herald?
Huh? Com'st thou again for ransom?
1:46:52
No! Great king!
1:46:54
I come to thee
for charitable license...
1:46:56
that we may wander o'er this
bloody field to book our dead...
1:46:59
and then to bury them.
1:47:01
To sort our nobles
from our common men.
1:47:05
For many of our princes...
woe the while...
1:47:07
Lie drowned and soaked
in mercenary blood.
1:47:11
O, give us leave, great king,
to view the field in safety...
1:47:15
and to dispose
of their dead bodies.
1:47:18
I tell thee truly, herald,
1:47:20
I know not if the day
be ours or no.
1:47:27
The day is yours.
1:47:41
Praised be god...
1:47:44
and not our strength for it.
1:47:58
[Groans]