Glo. Your ships already are in readiness.
Manet Exeter.
Exe. Ay, we may march in England or in France,
Not seeing what is likely to ensue.
This late dissension grown betwixt the peers 188
Burns under feigned ashes of forg'd love,
And will at last break out into a flame:
As fester'd members rot but by degree,
Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away, 192
So will this base and envious discord breed.
And now I fear that fatal prophecy
Which in the time of Henry, nam'd the Fifth,
Was in the mouth of every sucking babe: 196
That Henry born at Monmouth should win all,
And Henry born at Windsor lose all:
Which is so plain that Exeter doth wish
His days may finish ere that hapless time. 200
Scene Two
[France. Before Rouen]
Enter Pucelle, disguised, with four Soldiers [dressed like countrymen,] with sacks upon their backs.
Joan. These are the city gates, the gates of Roan,
Through which our policy must make a breach:
Take heed, be wary how you place your words;
Talk like the vulgar sort of market-men 4
That come to gather money for their corn.
If we have entrance,—as I hope we shall,—
185 S. d. Sennet; cf. n.
194 that fatal prophecy; cf. n.
Scene Two S. d.; cf. n.
2 policy: trickery
