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Sens. I greatly hope it. As I think, to-morrow, Or I mistook the king, they'll all be here.
Ath. With early day, the instant we arriv'd, A numerous party, led by Ribemont, Came up and join'd us. Those the Dauphin brings, Our last division, are to march by night; We may expect them with to-morrow's dawn.
Sens. See! Ribemont is here.
Sens. Oh, may they never be again laid down,
Rib. Indulge no guilty hatred, rev'rend lord; For fair report, and, let me add, experience, Picture them lovely to impartial judgment. The world allows they're valiant, gen'rous, wise, Endow'd with all that dignifies our nature; While, for their monarch-we'll appeal to facts, And sure they speak him wonderful indeed I “ Did not Germania's ermin'd princes meet, “ And, as the most renown'd, the first of men, “ Elect great Edward to imperial sway? “ While he, sublime in ever-conscious glory, “ Disdaining rule but on his native throne,
“ Saw sovereigns offer vassalage in vain.
Sens. It grates my soul to hear a Frenchman talk
Rib. A foe he is, but he's a noble foe! I know his worth, and therefore will I speak it. At our attack of Calais, 'twas my fortune To meet in fight this Third King Edward's sword : I found him all that heathens held their gods, Artful and mighty! (pardon the proud vaunt) Too much for me to conquer. Long we stood, Buckler to buckler, clashing steel to steel, Till, by superior soldiership o'ercome, I yielded to a monarch. But su well, With hardy vigour, I sustain'd the combat, That freedom, ransomless, was my reward. The royal victor, when he bade me go, Took from his brow this string of orient wealth, Around my temples twin’d the glittering wreath, And cry'd-Shine there, my token of applause. Oh, if his valour wing'd amazement high, Where was its flight, when his heroic soul,
Forgetting that my sword had aim'd his slaughter,
Sens. Detested boast !-Ambition's taint, my lord, So warps, so biasses the soldier's judgment
Rib. Ha, biasses I-I tell thee, priest, ambitionWhen was it wanting in a churchman's soul? More odious there, and more pernicious far, Than when it fires the warrior's breast to glory. But, down, my rage-Your office should be peace.
fulYour habit's sacred- Let your speech be suited.
Sens. Reproving sir, you think you rail secure, And so secure remain; howe'er, your cause Might bring ev'n your allegiance into question.
Rib. Said'st thou allegiance ?-What a yile resort I And would thy jaundic'd malice stain my fame? But loyalty, long prov'd, dares bid defiance To all the base perversion of thy tongue. I praise my foes, because they merit praise : I'll praise them to the king, and after fight them. My soul disdains such narrow-hearted spleen, As owns no excellence beyond a tribe, Or hates, from envy, all superior merit.
Ath. Forbear, my lord; consider you're enrag'd With one whose function does forbid revenge. Rib. Why does the meddling priest provoke re.
sentment? Let him obey that function; preach repentance To money-scraping misers, sordid slaves,
The cringing minions of corrupted courts,
Ath. Forgive him, good my lord; brave Ribemont
[ Aside. Ath. Sir, go we to the presence? Sens. I attend you. Ath. There grant, ye pow'rs! our counsels may
procure This kingdom's safety, and its peace insure: In one brave action may our arms succeed, And in their turn the daring English bleed. [Exeunt.
ACT II. SCENE I.
The English Camp. Enter SALISBURY and CHANDOS,
To Frenchmen, whom so much we've aw'd and hum.
bled, Methinks I would not give the least pretence For arrogance and boasting.
War. Valiant lords, Wild consternation reigns! Our scouts have brought Intelligence the enemy surrounds us! By sudden, secret marches, they have drawn Their troops from ev'ry fertile province hither, And cut off our retreat.
Sal. Why then we'll fight them.
War. Most fatal was our yesterday's advice, But 'tis his highness' will we straight to counsel: Haste, good my lords, for on a single hour, Perhaps a minute, now our fate depends.
Sal. I'll not believe the French will dare attack us, How great soe'er their numbers. But with words We will not waste the time that may be precious; Then to the prince's tent, my lords, away. [Exeunt.
Changes to a private Tent. Enter ARNOLD, leading
MARIANA. Arn. Now, lovely captive, wilt thou doubly trie