Speeches (Lines) for Constable of France in "History of Henry V"

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1 II / 4
  • O peace, Prince Dauphin!
    You are too much mistaken in this king:
    Questio...
  • O peace, Prince Dauphin!
    You are too much mistaken in this king:
    Question your grace the late ambassadors,
    With what great state he heard their embassy,
    How well supplied with noble counsellors,
    How modest in exception, and withal
    How terrible in constant resolution,
    And you shall find his vanities forespent
    Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus,
    Covering discretion with a coat of folly;
    As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots
    That shall first spring and be most delicate.
  • Lewis the Dauphin. My most redoubted father,
    It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe;
    For peace itself should not so dull a kingdom,
    Though war nor no known quarrel were in question,
    But that defences, musters, preparations,
    Should be maintain'd, assembled and collected,
    As were a war in expectation.
    Therefore, I say 'tis meet we all go forth
    To view the sick and feeble parts of France:
    And let us do it with no show of fear;
    No, with no more than if we heard that England
    Were busied with a Whitsun morris-dance:
    For, my good liege, she is so idly king'd,
    Her sceptre so fantastically borne
    By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth,
    That fear attends her not.

    Constable of France. O peace, Prince Dauphin!
    You are too much mistaken in this king:
    Question your grace the late ambassadors,
    With what great state he heard their embassy,
    How well supplied with noble counsellors,
    How modest in exception, and withal
    How terrible in constant resolution,
    And you shall find his vanities forespent
    Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus,
    Covering discretion with a coat of folly;
    As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots
    That shall first spring and be most delicate.

2 III / 5
  • And if he be not fought withal, my lord,
    Let us not live in France; let us q...
  • And if he be not fought withal, my lord,
    Let us not live in France; let us quit all
    And give our vineyards to a barbarous people.
  • King of France. 'Tis certain he hath pass'd the river Somme.

    Constable of France. And if he be not fought withal, my lord,
    Let us not live in France; let us quit all
    And give our vineyards to a barbarous people.

3 III / 5
  • Dieu de batailles! where have they this mettle?
    Is not their climate foggy,...
  • Dieu de batailles! where have they this mettle?
    Is not their climate foggy, raw and dull,
    On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale,
    Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden water,
    A drench for sur-rein'd jades, their barley-broth,
    Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?
    And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine,
    Seem frosty? O, for honour of our land,
    Let us not hang like roping icicles
    Upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty people
    Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields!
    Poor we may call them in their native lords.
  • Duke of Bourbon. Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bastards!
    Mort de ma vie! if they march along
    Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom,
    To buy a slobbery and a dirty farm
    In that nook-shotten isle of Albion.

    Constable of France. Dieu de batailles! where have they this mettle?
    Is not their climate foggy, raw and dull,
    On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale,
    Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden water,
    A drench for sur-rein'd jades, their barley-broth,
    Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?
    And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine,
    Seem frosty? O, for honour of our land,
    Let us not hang like roping icicles
    Upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty people
    Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields!
    Poor we may call them in their native lords.

4 III / 5
  • This becomes the great.
    Sorry am I his numbers are so few,
    His soldiers...
  • This becomes the great.
    Sorry am I his numbers are so few,
    His soldiers sick and famish'd in their march,
    For I am sure, when he shall see our army,
    He'll drop his heart into the sink of fear
    And for achievement offer us his ransom.
  • King of France. Where is Montjoy the herald? speed him hence:
    Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.
    Up, princes! and, with spirit of honour edged
    More sharper than your swords, hie to the field:
    Charles Delabreth, high constable of France;
    You Dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and of Berri,
    Alencon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy;
    Jaques Chatillon, Rambures, Vaudemont,
    Beaumont, Grandpre, Roussi, and Fauconberg,
    Foix, Lestrale, Bouciqualt, and Charolois;
    High dukes, great princes, barons, lords and knights,
    For your great seats now quit you of great shames.
    Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land
    With pennons painted in the blood of Harfleur:
    Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow
    Upon the valleys, whose low vassal seat
    The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon:
    Go down upon him, you have power enough,
    And in a captive chariot into Rouen
    Bring him our prisoner.

    Constable of France. This becomes the great.
    Sorry am I his numbers are so few,
    His soldiers sick and famish'd in their march,
    For I am sure, when he shall see our army,
    He'll drop his heart into the sink of fear
    And for achievement offer us his ransom.

5 III / 7
  • Tut! I have the best armour of the world. Would it were day!
  • Tut! I have the best armour of the world. Would it were day!
  • Henry V. We are in God's hand, brother, not in theirs.
    March to the bridge; it now draws toward night:
    Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves,
    And on to-morrow, bid them march away.

    Constable of France. Tut! I have the best armour of the world. Would it were day!

6 III / 7
  • It is the best horse of Europe.
  • It is the best horse of Europe.
  • Duke of Orleans. You have an excellent armour; but let my horse have his due.

    Constable of France. It is the best horse of Europe.

7 III / 7
  • Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and excellent horse.
  • Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and excellent horse.
  • Lewis the Dauphin. And of the heat of the ginger. It is a beast for
    Perseus: he is pure air and fire; and the dull
    elements of earth and water never appear in him, but
    only in Patient stillness while his rider mounts
    him: he is indeed a horse; and all other jades you
    may call beasts.

    Constable of France. Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and excellent horse.

8 III / 7
  • Nay, for methought yesterday your mistress shrewdly
    shook your back.
  • Nay, for methought yesterday your mistress shrewdly
    shook your back.
  • Lewis the Dauphin. Me well; which is the prescript praise and
    perfection of a good and particular mistress.

    Constable of France. Nay, for methought yesterday your mistress shrewdly
    shook your back.

9 III / 7
  • Mine was not bridled.
  • Mine was not bridled.
  • Lewis the Dauphin. So perhaps did yours.

    Constable of France. Mine was not bridled.

10 III / 7
  • You have good judgment in horsemanship.
  • You have good judgment in horsemanship.
  • Lewis the Dauphin. O then belike she was old and gentle; and you rode,
    like a kern of Ireland, your French hose off, and in
    your straight strossers.

    Constable of France. You have good judgment in horsemanship.

11 III / 7
  • I had as lief have my mistress a jade.
  • I had as lief have my mistress a jade.
  • Lewis the Dauphin. Be warned by me, then: they that ride so and ride
    not warily, fall into foul bogs. I had rather have
    my horse to my mistress.

    Constable of France. I had as lief have my mistress a jade.

12 III / 7
  • I could make as true a boast as that, if I had a sow
    to my mistress.
  • I could make as true a boast as that, if I had a sow
    to my mistress.
  • Lewis the Dauphin. I tell thee, constable, my mistress wears his own hair.

    Constable of France. I could make as true a boast as that, if I had a sow
    to my mistress.

13 III / 7
  • Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress, or any
    such proverb so little kin...
  • Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress, or any
    such proverb so little kin to the purpose.
  • Lewis the Dauphin. 'Le chien est retourne a son propre vomissement, et
    la truie lavee au bourbier;' thou makest use of any thing.

    Constable of France. Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress, or any
    such proverb so little kin to the purpose.

14 III / 7
  • Stars, my lord.
  • Stars, my lord.
  • Rambures. My lord constable, the armour that I saw in your tent
    to-night, are those stars or suns upon it?

    Constable of France. Stars, my lord.

15 III / 7
  • And yet my sky shall not want.
  • And yet my sky shall not want.
  • Lewis the Dauphin. Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope.

    Constable of France. And yet my sky shall not want.

16 III / 7
  • Even as your horse bears your praises; who would
    trot as well, were some of...
  • Even as your horse bears your praises; who would
    trot as well, were some of your brags dismounted.
  • Lewis the Dauphin. That may be, for you bear a many superfluously, and
    'twere more honour some were away.

    Constable of France. Even as your horse bears your praises; who would
    trot as well, were some of your brags dismounted.

17 III / 7
  • I will not say so, for fear I should be faced out of
    my way: but I would it...
  • I will not say so, for fear I should be faced out of
    my way: but I would it were morning; for I would
    fain be about the ears of the English.
  • Lewis the Dauphin. Would I were able to load him with his desert! Will
    it never be day? I will trot to-morrow a mile, and
    my way shall be paved with English faces.

    Constable of France. I will not say so, for fear I should be faced out of
    my way: but I would it were morning; for I would
    fain be about the ears of the English.

18 III / 7
  • You must first go yourself to hazard, ere you have them.
  • You must first go yourself to hazard, ere you have them.
  • Rambures. Who will go to hazard with me for twenty prisoners?

    Constable of France. You must first go yourself to hazard, ere you have them.

19 III / 7
  • I think he will eat all he kills.
  • I think he will eat all he kills.
  • Rambures. He longs to eat the English.

    Constable of France. I think he will eat all he kills.

20 III / 7
  • Swear by her foot, that she may tread out the oath.
  • Swear by her foot, that she may tread out the oath.
  • Duke of Orleans. By the white hand of my lady, he's a gallant prince.

    Constable of France. Swear by her foot, that she may tread out the oath.

21 III / 7
  • Doing is activity; and he will still be doing.
  • Doing is activity; and he will still be doing.
  • Duke of Orleans. He is simply the most active gentleman of France.

    Constable of France. Doing is activity; and he will still be doing.

22 III / 7
  • Nor will do none to-morrow: he will keep that good name still.
  • Nor will do none to-morrow: he will keep that good name still.
  • Duke of Orleans. He never did harm, that I heard of.

    Constable of France. Nor will do none to-morrow: he will keep that good name still.

23 III / 7
  • I was told that by one that knows him better than
    you.
  • I was told that by one that knows him better than
    you.
  • Duke of Orleans. I know him to be valiant.

    Constable of France. I was told that by one that knows him better than
    you.

24 III / 7
  • Marry, he told me so himself; and he said he cared
    not who knew it
  • Marry, he told me so himself; and he said he cared
    not who knew it
  • Duke of Orleans. What's he?

    Constable of France. Marry, he told me so himself; and he said he cared
    not who knew it

25 III / 7
  • By my faith, sir, but it is; never any body saw it
    but his lackey: 'tis a ho...
  • By my faith, sir, but it is; never any body saw it
    but his lackey: 'tis a hooded valour; and when it
    appears, it will bate.
  • Duke of Orleans. He needs not; it is no hidden virtue in him.

    Constable of France. By my faith, sir, but it is; never any body saw it
    but his lackey: 'tis a hooded valour; and when it
    appears, it will bate.

26 III / 7
  • I will cap that proverb with 'There is flattery in friendship.'
  • I will cap that proverb with 'There is flattery in friendship.'
  • Duke of Orleans. Ill will never said well.

    Constable of France. I will cap that proverb with 'There is flattery in friendship.'

27 III / 7
  • Well placed: there stands your friend for the
    devil: have at the very eye of...
  • Well placed: there stands your friend for the
    devil: have at the very eye of that proverb with 'A
    pox of the devil.'
  • Duke of Orleans. And I will take up that with 'Give the devil his due.'

    Constable of France. Well placed: there stands your friend for the
    devil: have at the very eye of that proverb with 'A
    pox of the devil.'

28 III / 7
  • You have shot over.
  • You have shot over.
  • Duke of Orleans. You are the better at proverbs, by how much 'A
    fool's bolt is soon shot.'

    Constable of France. You have shot over.

29 III / 7
  • Who hath measured the ground?
  • Who hath measured the ground?
  • Messenger. My lord high constable, the English lie within
    fifteen hundred paces of your tents.

    Constable of France. Who hath measured the ground?

30 III / 7
  • A valiant and most expert gentleman. Would it were
    day! Alas, poor Harry of...
  • A valiant and most expert gentleman. Would it were
    day! Alas, poor Harry of England! he longs not for
    the dawning as we do.
  • Messenger. The Lord Grandpre.

    Constable of France. A valiant and most expert gentleman. Would it were
    day! Alas, poor Harry of England! he longs not for
    the dawning as we do.

31 III / 7
  • If the English had any apprehension, they would run away.
  • If the English had any apprehension, they would run away.
  • Duke of Orleans. What a wretched and peevish fellow is this king of
    England, to mope with his fat-brained followers so
    far out of his knowledge!

    Constable of France. If the English had any apprehension, they would run away.

32 III / 7
  • Just, just; and the men do sympathize with the
    mastiffs in robustious and ro...
  • Just, just; and the men do sympathize with the
    mastiffs in robustious and rough coming on, leaving
    their wits with their wives: and then give them
    great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will
    eat like wolves and fight like devils.
  • Duke of Orleans. Foolish curs, that run winking into the mouth of a
    Russian bear and have their heads crushed like
    rotten apples! You may as well say, that's a
    valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.

    Constable of France. Just, just; and the men do sympathize with the
    mastiffs in robustious and rough coming on, leaving
    their wits with their wives: and then give them
    great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will
    eat like wolves and fight like devils.

33 III / 7
  • Then shall we find to-morrow they have only stomachs
    to eat and none to figh...
  • Then shall we find to-morrow they have only stomachs
    to eat and none to fight. Now is it time to arm:
    come, shall we about it?
  • Duke of Orleans. Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of beef.

    Constable of France. Then shall we find to-morrow they have only stomachs
    to eat and none to fight. Now is it time to arm:
    come, shall we about it?

34 IV / 2
  • Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh!
  • Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh!
  • Lewis the Dauphin. Ciel, cousin Orleans.
    [Enter Constable]
    Now, my lord constable!

    Constable of France. Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh!

35 IV / 2
  • To horse, you gallant princes! straight to horse!
    Do but behold yon poor and...
  • To horse, you gallant princes! straight to horse!
    Do but behold yon poor and starved band,
    And your fair show shall suck away their souls,
    Leaving them but the shales and husks of men.
    There is not work enough for all our hands;
    Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins
    To give each naked curtle-axe a stain,
    That our French gallants shall to-day draw out,
    And sheathe for lack of sport: let us but blow on them,
    The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them.
    'Tis positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords,
    That our superfluous lackeys and our peasants,
    Who in unnecessary action swarm
    About our squares of battle, were enow
    To purge this field of such a hilding foe,
    Though we upon this mountain's basis by
    Took stand for idle speculation:
    But that our honours must not. What's to say?
    A very little little let us do.
    And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound
    The tucket sonance and the note to mount;
    For our approach shall so much dare the field
    That England shall couch down in fear and yield.
  • Messenger. The English are embattled, you French peers.

    Constable of France. To horse, you gallant princes! straight to horse!
    Do but behold yon poor and starved band,
    And your fair show shall suck away their souls,
    Leaving them but the shales and husks of men.
    There is not work enough for all our hands;
    Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins
    To give each naked curtle-axe a stain,
    That our French gallants shall to-day draw out,
    And sheathe for lack of sport: let us but blow on them,
    The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them.
    'Tis positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords,
    That our superfluous lackeys and our peasants,
    Who in unnecessary action swarm
    About our squares of battle, were enow
    To purge this field of such a hilding foe,
    Though we upon this mountain's basis by
    Took stand for idle speculation:
    But that our honours must not. What's to say?
    A very little little let us do.
    And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound
    The tucket sonance and the note to mount;
    For our approach shall so much dare the field
    That England shall couch down in fear and yield.

36 IV / 2
  • They have said their prayers, and they stay for death.
  • They have said their prayers, and they stay for death.
  • Grandpre. Why do you stay so long, my lords of France?
    Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones,
    Ill-favouredly become the morning field:
    Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose,
    And our air shakes them passing scornfully:
    Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd host
    And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps:
    The horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks,
    With torch-staves in their hand; and their poor jades
    Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips,
    The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes
    And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit
    Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motionless;
    And their executors, the knavish crows,
    Fly o'er them, all impatient for their hour.
    Description cannot suit itself in words
    To demonstrate the life of such a battle
    In life so lifeless as it shows itself.

    Constable of France. They have said their prayers, and they stay for death.

37 IV / 2
  • I stay but for my guidon: to the field!
    I will the banner from a trumpet tak...
  • I stay but for my guidon: to the field!
    I will the banner from a trumpet take,
    And use it for my haste. Come, come, away!
    The sun is high, and we outwear the day.
  • Lewis the Dauphin. Shall we go send them dinners and fresh suits
    And give their fasting horses provender,
    And after fight with them?

    Constable of France. I stay but for my guidon: to the field!
    I will the banner from a trumpet take,
    And use it for my haste. Come, come, away!
    The sun is high, and we outwear the day.

38 IV / 5
  • O diable!
  • O diable!
  • Boy. Suivez-vous le grand capitaine.
    [Exeunt PISTOL, and French Soldier]
    I did never know so full a voice issue from so
    empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty
    vessel makes the greatest sound.' Bardolph and Nym
    had ten times more valour than this roaring devil i'
    the old play, that every one may pare his nails with
    a wooden dagger; and they are both hanged; and so
    would this be, if he durst steal any thing
    adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys, with
    the luggage of our camp: the French might have a
    good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is
    none to guard it but boys.

    Constable of France. O diable!

39 IV / 5
  • Why, all our ranks are broke.
  • Why, all our ranks are broke.
  • Lewis the Dauphin. Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!
    Reproach and everlasting shame
    Sits mocking in our plumes. O merchante fortune!
    Do not run away.

    Constable of France. Why, all our ranks are broke.

40 IV / 5
  • Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now!
    Let us on heaps go offer up o...
  • Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now!
    Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.
  • Duke of Bourbon. Shame and eternal shame, nothing but shame!
    Let us die in honour: once more back again;
    And he that will not follow Bourbon now,
    Let him go hence, and with his cap in hand,
    Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door
    Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog,
    His fairest daughter is contaminated.

    Constable of France. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now!
    Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.

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