PHILIP. Father, range your battles, prate no more; These English fain would spend the time in words, That, night approaching, they might escape unfought. KING JOHN. Lords and my loving Subjects, now’s the time, That your intended force must bide the touch. Therefore, my friends, consider this in brief: He that you fight for is your natural King; He against whom you fight, a foreigner: He that you fight for, rules in clemency, And reins you with a mild and gentle bit; He against whom you fight, if he prevail, Will straight inthrone himself in tyranny, Makes slaves of you, and with a heavy hand Curtail and curb your sweetest liberty. Then, to protect your Country and your King, Let but the haughty Courage of your hearts Answer the number of your able hands, And we shall quickly chase these fugitives. For what’s this Edward but a belly god, A tender and lascivious wantoness, That thother day was almost dead for love? And what, I pray you, is his goodly guard? Such as, but scant them of their chines of beef And take away their downy featherbeds, And presently they are as resty stiff, As twere a many over ridden jades. Then, French men, scorn that such should be your Lords, And rather bind ye them in captive bands. ALL FRENCHMEN. Vive le Roy! God save King John of France! KING JOHN. Now on this plain of Cressy spread your selves,— And, Edward, when thou darest, begin the fight. [Exeunt King John, Charles, Philip, Lorrain, Boheme, and Forces.] KING EDWARD. We presently will meet thee, John of France:— And, English Lords, let us resolve this day, Either to clear us of that scandalous crime, Or be intombed in our innocence. And, Ned, because this battle is the first That ever yet thou foughtest in pitched field, As ancient custom is of Martialists, To dub thee with the tip of chivalry, In solemn manner we will give thee arms. Come, therefore, Heralds, orderly bring forth A strong attirement for the prince my son. [Enter four Heralds, bringing in a coat armour, a helmet, a lance, and a shield.] KING EDWARD. Edward Plantagenet, in the name of God, As with this armour I impale thy breast, So be thy noble unrelenting heart Walled in with flint of matchless fortitude, That never base affections enter there: Fight and be valiant, conquer where thou comest! Now follow, Lords, and do him honor to. DARBY. Edward Plantagenet, prince of Wales, As I do set this helmet on thy head, Wherewith the chamber of thy brain is fenst, So may thy temples, with Bellona’s hand, Be still adorned with laurel victory: Fight and be valiant, conquer where thou comest! AUDLEY. Edward Plantagenet, prince of Wales, Receive this lance into thy manly hand; Use it in fashion of a brazen pen, To draw forth bloody stratagems in France, And print thy valiant deeds in honor’s book: Fight and be valiant, vanquish where thou comest!