Act 4 - Scene 3
The English camp.
Enter GLOUCESTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, ERPINGHAM, with all his host: SALISBURY and WESTMORELAND
Where is the king?
The king himself is rode to view their battle.
Of fighting men they have full three score thousand.
There's five to one; besides, they all are fresh.
God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds.
God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge:
If we no more
meet till we meet in heaven,
Then, joyfully, my noble Lord of Bedford,
My dear Lord Gloucester, and my
good Lord Exeter,
And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu!
Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck go with thee!
Farewell, kind lord; fight valiantly to-day:
And yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it,
For thou art framed of
the firm truth of valour.
He is full of valour as of kindness;
Princely in both.
Enter the KING
O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!
KING HENRY V
What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark'd to die, we
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I
pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
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