The Plays and Poems; With the Life and Portrait of the Poet

The Plays and Poems; With the Life and Portrait of the Poet : Complete in Seven Volumes Volume 3

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1843 edition. Excerpt: ...satisfaction. To this add defiance; and tell him, for conclusion, he hath betrayed his followers, whose condemnation is pronounced. So far my king and master: so much my oflice. If. Hen. What is thy name? I know thy quality. Mont. Montjoy. If. Hen. Thou dost thy oflice fairly. Turn thee back, And tell thy king, _ I do not seek him now, But could be willing to march on to Calais Without impeachment; for, to say the sooth, Though 't is no wisdom to confess so much Unto an enemy of craft and vantage, My people are with sickness much enfeebled My numbers lessen'd, and those few I have, Almost no better than so many French: Who, when they were in health, Itell thee, herald, I thought upon one pair of English legs Did march three Frenchmen.-Yet, forgive me, God, That I do brag thus! _ this your air of France Hath blown that vice in me: I must repent. Go, therefore, tell thy master, herel am: My ransom is this frail and worthless trunk, My army but a weak and sickly guard; Yet, God before, tell him we will come on, Though France himself, and such another neighbour, Stand in our way. There 's for thy labour, Montjoy. Go, bid thy master well advise himself: If we may pass, we will; if we be hinder'd, We shall your tawny ground with your red blood Discolour: and so, Montjoy, fare you well. The sum of all our answer is but this: We would not seek a battle, as we are, Nor, as we are, we say, we will not shun it: So tell your master. Mont. I shall deliver so. Thanks to your highness. Exit Morrraon Glo. I hope they will not come upon us now. If. Hen. We are in God's hand, brother, not in theirs. March to the bridge; it now draws toward night. Beyond the river we 'll encamp ourselves, And on to-morrow bid them march...show more

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  • English
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