:47:01
...Iook on my forces
with a gracious eye.
:47:06
Put in their hands
thy bruising irons of wrath...
:47:11
...that they may crush down
with a heavy fall...
:47:14
...the usurping helmets
of our adversaries!
:47:20
What shall I say more
than I have inferr'd?
:47:26
Remember whom you are
to deal withal.
:47:31
A sort of vagabonds,
rascals, and runaways...
:47:36
...a scum of Bretons,
and base lackey peasants...
:47:41
...whom their o'er-cloyed country
vomits forth...
:47:45
...to desperate adventures
and assured destruction.
:47:50
Make us thy ministers of chastisement.
:47:53
You sleeping safe,
they bring to you unrest.
:47:57
You having lands,
and blest with beauteous wives...
:48:02
...they will restrain the one,
distain the other.
:48:06
And who doth lead them
but a paltry fellow?
:48:10
To thee I do commend
my watchful soul...
:48:16
...ere I let fall the windows
of mine eyes.
:48:18
A milk-sop...
:48:21
...one that never in his life felt
so much cold as over shoes in snow?
:48:29
O, defend me still!
:48:31
Let's whip these stragglers
o'er the seas again.
:48:35
Lash hence these overweening
rags of France...
:48:41
...these famish'd beggars,
weary of their lives.
:48:47
If we be conquer'd...
:48:49
...let men conquer us...
:48:52
...not these bastard Bretons.
:48:55
Shall these enjoy our lands?
:48:58
Lie with our wives?
Ravish our daughters?