s he doth the care commend,
To certaine troupes that actiue were and strong,
Onely diuis'd the Archers to defend,
Pointed with Iron and of fiue foote long;
To be remou'd still which way they should bend,
Where the French Horse should thick'st vpon them throng
Which when the Host to charge each other went,
Show'd his great wit that first did them inuent.

[Stanza 172: _The scornfull message of the French to the King of
England._]

[_The Kings answer to the French._]

Both Armies sit, and at the point to fight,
The French themselues assuring of the day;
Send to the King of England (as in spight)
To know what he would for his Ransome pay,
Who with this answere doth their scorne requite:
I pray thee Herault wish the French to stay,
And e'r the day be past, I hope to see,
That for their Ransomes they shall send to me.

[Stanza 173: _The Constables Oration to the French._]

The French which found how little Henry makes,
Of their vaine boasts, as set therewith on fire,
Whilst each one to his Ensigne him betakes;
The Constable to raise their spleene the hyer,
Thus speakes: Braue friends now for your Grandsires sakes,
Your Country, Honours, or what may inspire
Your soules with courage, straine vp all your powers,
To make this day victoriously ours.

[Stanza 174]

Forward stout French, your valours and aduance,
By taking vengeance for our Fathers slaine,
And strongly fixe the Diadem of France,
Which to this day vnsteady doth remaine:
Now with your swords their Traytours bosomes lance,
And with their bloods wash out that ancient staine,
And make our earth drunke with the English gore,
Which hath of ours oft surfited before.

[Stanza 175]

Let not one liue in England once to tell,
What of their King, or of the rest became:
Nor to the English, what in France befell:
But what is bruted by the generall fame:
But now the Drummes began so lowd to yell,
As cut off further what he would declame:
And Henry seeing them on so fast to make,
Thus to his Souldiers comfortably spake.

[Stanza 176: _The King of Englands Oration to the English._]

Thinke but vpon the iustnesse of our cause,
And he's no man their number that will wey;
Thus our great Grandsire purchas'd his applause,
The more they are, the greater is our prey,
We'll hand in hand wade into dangers iawes,
And let report to England this Conuey
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