Act V
SCENE V
THE FRENCH CAMP
Enter LEWIS and his train
LEWIS
The sun of heaven methought was loath to set,
But stayed and made the western welkin blush,
When English measure backward their own ground
In faint retire. O, bravely came we off,
When with a volley of our needless shot,
After such bloody toil, we bid good night;
And wound our tattering colors clearly up,
Last in the field, and almost lords of it!
Enter a MESSENGER
MESSENGER
Where is my prince, the Dauphin?
LEWIS
Here: what news?
SCENE V
THE FRENCH CAMP
Enter LEWIS and his train
LEWIS
The sun of heaven methought was loath to set,
But stayed and made the western welkin blush,
When English measure backward their own ground
In faint retire. O, bravely came we off,
When with a volley of our needless shot,
After such bloody toil, we bid good night;
And wound our tattering colors clearly up,
Last in the field, and almost lords of it!
Enter a MESSENGER
MESSENGER
Where is my prince, the Dauphin?
LEWIS
Here: what news?
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