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The Life of

If not, why, in a moment, look to see
The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand
Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters;
Your fathers taken by the silver beards, 36
And their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls;
Your naked infants spitted upon pikes,
Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confus'd
Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry
At Herod's bloody-hunting slaughtermen. 41
What say you? will you yield, and this avoid?
Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd?

Gov. Our expectation hath this day an end.
The Dauphin, whom of succour we entreated, 45
Returns us that his powers are yet not ready
To raise so great a siege. Therefore, great king,
We yield our town and lives to thy soft mercy.
Enter our gates; dispose of us and ours; 49
For we no longer are defensible.

K. Hen. Open your gates! Come, uncle Exeter,
Go you and enter Harfleur; there remain, 52
And fortify it strongly 'gainst the French:
Use mercy to them all. For us, dear uncle,
The winter coming on and sickness growing
Upon our soldiers, we will retire to Calais. 56
To-night in Harfleur will we be your guest;
To-morrow for the march are we addrest.

Flourish, and enter the town.

40 Jewry: Judea; cf. St. Matthew 2. 16-18.
45 of: for
46 Returns: answers
50 defensible: capable of resisting
58 addrest: prepared