Alice. Excellent, madame!
Kath. C'est assez pour une fois: allons-nous
à diner. Exit [with Alice].
Enter the King of France, the Dauphin, [Duke of Bourbon,] the Constable of France, and Others.
Fr. King. 'Tis certain, he hath pass'd the river Somme.
Con. And if he be not fought withal, my lord,
Let us not live in France; let us quit all,
And give our vineyards to a barbarous people. 4
Dau. O Dieu vivant! shall a few
The of our fathers' ,
Our , put in wild and savage stock,
Spirt up so suddenly into the clouds, 8
And their grafters?
Bour. Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bastards!
Mort de ma vie! if they march along
Unfought withal, I will sell my dukedom, 12
To buy a slobbery and a dirty farm
In that isle of Albion.
Con. Dieu de batailles! where have they this mettle?
Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull, 16
On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale,
Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden water,
A for , their ,
5 sprays: branches
6 emptying: issue
7 scions; cf. n.
9 overlook: rise above
12 but; cf. n.
14 nook-shotten: running out into promontories
19 drench: bran and water
sur-rein'd jades: over-ridden horses