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ELY

Awake remembrance of these valiant dead, [115]
And with your puissant arm renew their feats:
You are their heir, you sit upon their throne,

The blood and courage that renownèd them
Runs in your veins; and my thrice-puissant liege
Is in the very May-morn of his youth, [120]
Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises.

EXETER
Your brother kings and monarchs of the earth

Do all expect that you should rouse yourself,
As did the former lions of your blood.

WESTMORELAND
They know your grace hath cause and means and might − [125]
So hath your highness; never king of England

Had nobles richer, and more loyal subjects,
Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England
And lie pavilion’d in the fields of France.

CANTERBURY
O, let their bodies follow, my dear liege, [130]
With blood and sword and fire to win your right;

In aid whereof we of the spirituality
Will raise your highness such a mighty sum
As never did the clergy at one time
Bring in to any of your ancestors. [135]

KING HENRY

We must not only arm t’ invade the French,
But lay down our proportions to defend
Against the Scot, who will make road upon us
With all advantages.

CANTERBURY
They of those marches, gracious sovereign, [140]

Shall be a wall sufficient to defend