Which thou dost wear and that I vow to have,
Or one of us shall fall into his grave.
PRINCE OF WALES
Look not for cross invectives at our hands,
Or railing execrations of despite.
Let creeping serpents hid in hollow banks
Sting with their tongues; we have remorseless swords,
And they shall plead for us and our affairs.
Yet thus much briefly, by my father’s leave,
As all the immodest poison of thy throat
Is scandalous and most notorious lies,
And our pretended quarrel is truly just,
So end the battle when we meet today:
May either of us prosper and prevail
Or, luckless cursed, receive eternal shame.
KING EDWARD
That needs no further question, and I know
His conscience witnesseth it is my right.
Therefore, Valois, say: wilt thou yet resign
Before the sickle’s thrust into the corn,
Or that enkindled fury turn to flame?
KING OF FRANCE
Edward, I know what right thou hast in France,
And ere I basely will resign my crown
This champaign field shall be a pool of blood,
And all our prospect as a slaughterhouse.
PRINCE OF WALES
Ay, that approves thee, tyrant, what thou art.
No father, king, or shepherd of thy realm,
But one that tears her entrails with thy hands
And, like a thirsty tiger, suck’st her blood.
AUDLEY
You peers of France, why do you follow him
That is so prodigal to spend your lives?
DAUPHIN
Whom should they follow, aged impotent,
But he that is their true-born sovereign?
KING EDWARD
Upbraid’st thou him because within his face
Time hath engraved deep characters of age?
Know that these grave scholars of experience,
Like stiff-grown oaks, will stand immovable
When whirlwind quickly turns up younger trees.
EARL OF DERBY (to the King of France)
Was ever any of thy father’s house
King but thyself before this present time?
(To the French generally) Edward’s great lineage by the
mother’s side
Five hundred years hath held the sceptre up.
Judge then, conspirators, by this descent
Which is the true-born sovereign—this, or that.
PRINCE PHILIPPE (to the King of France)
Father, range your battles. Prate no more.
These English fain would spend the time in words
That, night approaching, they might scape unfought.
KING OF FRANCE
Lords and my loving subjects, now’s the time
That your intended force must bide the touch.
Therefore, my friends, consider this in brief.
He that you fight for is your natural king;
He against whom you fight a foreigner.
He that you fight for rules in clemency,
And reigns you with a mild and gentle bit;
He against whom you fight, if he prevail,
Will straight enthrone himself in tyranny,
Make slaves of you and with a heavy hand
Curtail and curb your sweetest liberty.
Then, to protect your country and your King,
Let but the haughty courage of your hearts
Answer the number of your able hands,
And we shall quickly chase these fugitives.
For what’s this Edward but a belly-god,
A tender and lascivious wantonness,
That th‘other day was almost dead for love?
And what, I pray you, is his goodly guard?
Such as, but scant them of their chines of beef,
And take away their downy feather beds,
And presently they are as resty-stiff
As ’twere a many overridden jades.
Then, Frenchmen, scorn that such should be your lords,
And rather bind ye them in captive bands.
ALL THE FRENCH
Vive le roil God save King Jean of Francel
KING OF FRANCE
Now, on this plain of Crécy, spread yourselves.
And, Edward, when thou dar’st, begin the fight!
Exit with the French
KING EDWARD (calling after)
We presently will meet thee, Jean of France!
(To the English) And, English lords, let us resolve the day
Either to clear us of that scandalous crime
Or be entombed in our innocence.
(To the Prince of Wales) And, Ned, because this battle is the first
That ever yet thou fought’st in pitched field,
As ancient custom is of martialists
To dub thee with the type of chivalry,
In solemn manner we will give thee arms.
Come, therefore, heralds; orderly bring forth
A strong attirement for the Prince my son.
Enter four heralds bringing in a coat armour, a helmet, a lance and a shield
Edward Plantagenet, in the name of God,
As with this armour I impale thy breast
So be thy noble, unrelenting heart
Walled in with flint of matchless fortitude
That never base affections enter there.
⌈The Prince of Wales is invested in armour⌉
Fight and be valiant; conquer where thou com’st.
(To Derby, Audley and Artois) Now follow, lords, and do him honour too.
EARL OF DERBY
Edward Plantagenet, Prince of Wales,
As I do set this helmet on thy head
Wherewith the chamber of thy brain is fenced,
So may thy temples with Bellona’s hand