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At your den, sirrah, with your lioness,
I would set an ox-head to your lion’s hide,
And make a monster of you.

AUSTRIA
Peace! no more.

BASTARD
O, tremble: for you hear the lion roar!

KING JOHN
Up higher to the plain; where we’ll set forth [295]

In best appointment all our regiments.

BASTARD
Speed then, to take advantage of the field.

KING PHILIP
It shall be so; and at the other hill
Command the rest to stand. God and our right!

[Exeunt, severally, the English and French Kings, etc.]

Here, after excursions, enter the Herald of France, with Trumpeters, to the
gates.

FRENCH HERALD
You men of Angiers, open wide your gates, [300]
And let young Arthur, Duke of Britain, in,

Who by the hand of France this day hath made
Much work for tears in many an English mother,
Whose sons lie scatter’d on the bleeding ground:
Many a widow’s husband grovelling lies, [305]
Coldly embracing the discolour’d earth;

And victory, with little loss, doth play
Upon the dancing banners of the French,
Who are at hand, triumphantly display’d,

To enter conquerors, and to proclaim [310]