:38:04
Well, 'tis not so,
my lord high constable.
:38:06
Though we think it so,
'tis no matter.
:38:09
In matters of defense, 'tis best to weigh
the enemy more mighty than he seems.
:38:13
Think we king Harry strong.
:38:18
And, princes, look you
strongly armed to meet him.
:38:23
For he is bred
out of that bloody strain...
:38:26
that haunted us
in our familiar paths.
:38:31
Witness our too-much
memorable shame...
:38:33
when cressy battle
fatally was struck...
:38:39
and all our princes captived...
:38:42
by the hand
of that black name,
:38:46
Edward,
:38:48
black prince of Wales.
:38:54
This is a stem
of that victorious stalk.
:38:59
And let us fear
the native mightiness...
:39:03
and fate of him.
:39:11
[Door opens]
[Footsteps approaching]
:39:26
Ambassadors from Harry, king of England,
do crave admittance to your majesty.
:39:31
Go and bring them.
:39:37
You see, this chase
is hotly followed, friends.
:39:47
Good my sovereign,
take up the English short,
:39:51
and let them know of what a
monarchy you are the head.
:39:56
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile
a sin as self-neglecting.