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The Life of

But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim;
And my poor soldiers tell me, yet ere night 116
They'll be in fresher robes, or they will pluck
The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads,
And turn them out of service. If they do this,—
As, if God please, they shall,—my ransom then
Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour; 121
Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald:
They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints;
Which if they have as I will leave 'em them, 124
Shall yield them little, tell the constable.

Mont. I shall, King Harry. And so, fare thee well:
Thou never shalt hear herald any more. Exit.

K. Hen. I fear thou'lt once more come again for ransom. 128

Enter York.

York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg
The leading of the vaward.

K. Hen. Take it, brave York. Now, soldiers, march away:
And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!



Scene Four

[The Field of Battle]

Alarum: Excursions. Enter Pistol, French Soldier, [and] Boy.


Pist. Yield, cur!

Fr. Sol. Je pense que vous êtes gentil-
homme de bonne qualité.

117 in fresher robes: i.e., dead
130 vaward: vanguard

Scene Four S. d. Excursions; cf. n.