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But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim;

And my poor soldiers tell me, yet ere night

They'll be in fresher robes, or they will pluck

The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads,

And turn them out of service. If they do this,—

As, if God please, they shall,—my ransom then

Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour;

Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald:

They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints;

Which if they have as I will leave 'em them,

Shall yield them little, tell the constable.

Mont. I shall, King Harry. And so, fare thee well:

Thou never shalt hear herald any more.

K. Hen. I fear thou'lt once more come again for ransom.

York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg

The leading of the vaward.

K. Hen. Take it, brave York. Now, soldiers, march away:

And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!

Pist. Yield, cur!

Fr. Sol. Je pense que vous êtes gentil-

homme de bonne qualité.

 117 in fresher robes: i.e., dead

130 vaward: vanguard

 Scene Four S. d. Excursions; cf. n. 