The royal captain of this ruin'd band
Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent,
Let him cry 'Praise and glory on his head!'
For forth he goes and visits all his host, 32
Bids them good morrow with a modest smile,
And calls them brothers, friends, and countrymen.
Upon his royal face there is no note
How dread an army hath him; 36
Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour
Unto the weary and all-watched night:
But freshly looks and
With cheerful semblance and sweet majesty; 40
That every wretch, pining and pale before,
Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks.
A largess universal, like the sun,
His liberal eye doth give to every one, 44
Thawing cold fear, that mean and gentle all
A little touch of Harry in the night.
And so our scene must to the battle fly; 48
Where,—O for pity,—we shall much disgrace,
With four or five most vile and ragged foils,
Right ill dispos'd in brawl ridiculous,
The name of Agincourt. Yet sit and see, 52
true things by what their mockeries be.
[The English Camp at Agincourt]
Enter the King, Bedford, and Gloucester.
K. Hen. Gloucester, 'tis true that we are in great danger;
36 enrounded: surrounded
39 overbears attaint: subdues anxiety
46 as . . . define: so far as they are able to apprehend
53 Minding: imagining