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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 [120]

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. [125]

MONTJOY
I shall, King Harry. And so fare thee well:
Thou never shalt hear berald any more.
Exit.

KING HENRY
I fear thou wilt once more come again for a ransom.

Enter York.

YORK

My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg
The leading of the vaward. [130]

KING HENRY
Take it, brave York. Now, soldiers, march away:
And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!
Exeunt.

Scene IV IT

Alarums. Excursions. Enter Pistol, French Soldier, and Boy.

PISTOL
Yield, cur!

FRENCH SOLDIER