I bring my fraught unto the wished port, My Summer’s hope, my travels’ sweet reward: And here, with humble duty, I present This sacrifice, this first fruit of my sword, Cropped and cut down even at the gate of death, The king of Boheme, father, whom I slew; Whose thousands had entrenched me round about, And lay as thick upon my battered crest, As on an Anvil, with their ponderous glaves: Yet marble courage still did underprop And when my weary arms, with often blows, Like the continual laboring Wood-man’s Axe That is enjoined to fell a load of Oaks, Began to faulter, straight I would record My gifts you gave me, and my zealous vow, And then new courage made me fresh again, That, in despite, I carved my passage forth, And put the multitude to speedy flight. Lo, thus hath Edward’s hand filled your request, And done, I hope, the duty of a Knight. KING EDWARD. Aye, well thou hast deserved a knighthood, Ned! And, therefore, with thy sword, yet reaking warm [His Sword borne by a Soldier.] With blood of those that fought to be thy bane. Arise, Prince Edward, trusty knight at arms: This day thou hast confounded me with joy, And proud thy self fit heir unto a king. PRINCE EDWARD. Here is a note, my gracious Lord, of those That in this conflict of our foes were slain: Eleven Princes of esteem, Four score Barons, A hundred and twenty knights, and thirty thousand Common soldiers; and, of our men, a thousand. KING EDWARD. Our God be praised! Now, John of France, I hope, Thou knowest King Edward for no wantoness, No love sick cockney, nor his soldiers jades. But which way is the fearful king escaped? PRINCE EDWARD. Towards Poitiers, noble father, and his sons. KING EDWARD. Ned, thou and Audley shall pursue them still; My self and Derby will to Calice straight, And there be begirt that Haven town with siege. Now lies it on an upshot; therefore strike, And wistly follow, whiles the game’s on foot. What Picture’s this? PRINCE EDWARD. A Pelican, my Lord, Wounding her bosom with her crooked beak, That so her nest of young ones may be fed With drops of blood that issue from her heart; The motto Sic & vos, ‘and so should you’. [Exeunt.] ACT IV. SCENE I. Bretagne. Camp of the English. [Enter Lord Mountford with a Coronet in his hand; with him the Earl of Salisbury.] MOUNTFORD. My Lord of Salisbury, since by your aide Mine enemy Sir Charles of Blois is slain, And I again am quietly possessed In Brittain’s Dukedom, know that I resolve, For this kind furtherance of your king and you, To swear allegiance to his majesty: In sign whereof receive this Coronet, Bear it unto him, and, withal, mine oath, Never to be but Edward’s faithful friend. SALISBURY. I take it, Mountfort. Thus, I hope, ere long The whole Dominions of the Realm of France Will be surrendered to his conquering hand. [Exit Mountford.]