_Bast._ Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since[150] Sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door,[150][151] Teach us some fence! [_To Aust._] Sirrah, were I at home,[152] 290 At your den, sirrah, with your lioness, I would set an ox-head to your lion's hide,[153] And make a monster of you. _Aust._ Peace! no more. _Bast._ O, tremble, for you hear the lion roar. _K. John._ Up higher to the plain; where we'll set forth 295 In best appointment all our regiments. _Bast._ Speed then, to take advantage of the field.[154] _K. Phi._ It shall be so; and at the other hill[155] Command the rest to stand. God and our right! [_Exeunt._ _Here after excursions, enter the_ Herald of France, _with trumpets, to the gates_.[156] _F. Her._ You men of Angiers, open wide your gates,[157] 300 And let young Arthur, Duke of Bretagne, in,[158] Who by the hand of France this day hath made Much work for tears in many an English mother, Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground:[159] Many a widow's husband grovelling lies,[160] 305 Coldly embracing the discoloured earth;[161] And victory, with little loss, doth play[162] Upon the dancing banners of the French, Who are at hand, triumphantly display'd,[163] To enter conquerors and to proclaim 310 Arthur of Bretagne England's king and yours.[158] _Enter_ English Herald, _with trumpet_.[164] _E. Her._ Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your bells; King John, your king and England's, doth approach, Commander of this hot malicious day: Their armours, that march'd hence so silver-bright, 315 Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood;[165] There stuck no plume in any English crest That is removed by a staff of France;[166] Our colours do return in those same hands That did display them when we first march'd forth; 320 And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come Our lusty English, all with purpled hands, Dyed in the dying slaughter of their foes:[167] Open your gates and give the victors way. _First Cit._ Heralds, from off our towers we might behold,[168] 325 From first to last, the onset and retire Of both your armies; whose equality By our best eyes cannot be censured: Blood hath bought blood and blows have answer'd blows; Strength match'd with strength, and power confronted power: 330 Both are alike; and both alike we like. One must prove greatest: while they weigh so even, We hold our town for neither, yet for both. _Re-enter the two_ KINGS, _with their powers, severally_.[169]