PERCY.

The merchants are rich enough ;
Can they not help themselves?

BISHOP.

They can and may; but how to gain their will
Requires our countenance and help.

PERCY.

When that they find they must, my lord, they will : Let them but suffer awhile, and you shall see They will bestir themselves.

BISHOP.

Lord Percy cannot mean that we should suffer
This disgrace; if so, we are not sovereigns
Of the sea: our right that Heaven gave
To England, when at the birth of Nature
She was seated in the deep, the Ocean ceased
His mighty roar, and fawning, play'd around
Her snowy feet, and own'd his awful Queen.
Lord Percy, if the heart is sick, the head
Must be aggrieved; if but one member suffer,
The heart doth fail. You say, my Lord, the
merchants

Can, if they will, defend themselves against
These rovers this is a noble scheme,

Worthy the brave Lord Percy, and as worthy
His generous aid to put it into practice.

PERCY.

Lord Bishop, what was rash in me, is wise

In you; I dare not own the plan.

Mine. Yet will I, if you please,

'Tis not

Quickly to the Lord Mayor, and work him onward To this most glorious voyage; on which cast

I'll set my whole estate,

But we will bring these Gallic rovers under.

QUEEN PHILIPPA.

Thanks, brave Lord Percy; you have the thanks Of England's Queen, and will, ere long, of England.

Smiles on our army, and the gallant sun
Springs from the hills like a young hero
Into the battle, shaking his golden locks
Exultingly this is a promising day.

DAGWORTH.

Why, my Lord Audley, I don't know.
Give me your hand, and now I'll tell you what
I think you do not know. Edward's afraid of Philip.

AUDLEY.

Ha! Ha! Sir Thomas! you but joke;
Did you e'er see him fear? At Blanchetaque,
When almost singly he drove six thousand
French from the ford, did he fear then?

DAGWORTH.

Yes, fear; that made him fight so.

AUDLEY.

By the same reason I might say 'tis fear
That makes you fight.

DAGWORTH.

Mayhap you may look upon Edward's face,
No one can say he fears. But when he turns
His back, then I will say it to his face;

He is afraid: he makes us all afraid.

I cannot bear the enemy at my back.

Now here we are at Cressy; where to-morrow, To-morrow we shall know. I say, Lord Audley, That Edward runs away from Philip.

AUDLEY.

Perhaps you think the Prince too, is afraid?

DAGWORTH.

No; God forbid! I'm sure he is not.

He is a young lion. O I have seen him fight
And give command, and lightning has flash'd
From his eyes across the field: I have seen him
Shake hands with death, and strike a bargain for
The enemy; he has danced in the field

Of battle, like the youth at morrice-play.

I'm sure he's not afraid, nor Warwick, nor none None of us but me; and I am very much afraid.

AUDLEY.

Are you afraid, too, Sir Thomas ?

I believe that as much as I believe

The King's afraid; but what are you afraid of?

DAGWORTH.

Of having my back laid open; we turn

Our backs to the fire, till we shall burn our skirts.

AUDLEY.

And this, Sir Thomas, you call fear? Your fear
Is of a different kind then from the King's;
He fears to turn his face, and you your back.

I do not think, Sir Thomas, you know what fear is.

Enter Sir John Chandos.

CHANDOS.

Good-morrow, Generals; I give you joy;
Welcome to the fields of Cressy.

And wait for Philip.

Here we stop,

DAGWORTH.

I hope so.

AUDLEY.

There, Sir Thomas; do you call that fear?

DAGWORTH.

I don't know; perhaps he takes it by fits.
Why, noble Chandos, look you here-
One rotten sheep spoils the whole flock;
And if the bell-wether is tainted, I wish
The Prince may not catch the distemper too.

CHANDOS.

Distemper, Sir Thomas, what distemper?

I have not heard.

DAGWORRH.

Why, Chandos, you are a wise man,

I know you understand me; a distemper

The King caught here in France of running away.