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Henry the Fifth, III. V

Alice. Excellent, madame!

Kath. C'est assez pour une fois: allons-nous

à diner.

Fr. King. 'Tis certain, he hath pass'd the river Somme.

Con. 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.

Dau. O Dieu vivant! shall a few sprays of us,

The emptying of our fathers' luxury,

Our scions, put in wild and savage stock,

Spirt up so suddenly into the clouds,

And overlook their grafters?

Bour. 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.

Con. 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,

 5 sprays: branches

6 emptying: issue

luxury: lust

7 scions; cf. n.

9 overlook: rise above

12 but; cf. n.

14 nook-shotten: running out into promontories

19 drench: bran and water

sur-rein'd jades: over-ridden horses

barley-broth: beer 