Page 236 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2
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[Exeunt, leading off Melun.]
Scene V IT
[The French Camp.]
Enter Lewis and his train.
LEWIS
The sun of heaven methought was loath to set,
But stay’d and made the western welkin blush,
When English measure backward their own ground
In faint retire. O, bravely came we off,
When with a volley of our needless shot, [5]
After such bloody toil, we bid good-night,
And wound our tott’ring colours clearly up,
Last in the field, and almost lords of it!
Enter a Messenger.
MESSENGER
Where is my prince, the Dolphin?
LEWIS
Here: what news?
MESSENGER
The Count Melun is slain; the English lords [10]
By his persuasion are again fall’n off,
And your supply, which you have wish’d so long,
Are cast away and sunk on Goodwin Sands.
LEWIS
An, foul shrewd news! beshrew thy very heart!
I did not think to be so sad to-night [15]
As this hath made me. Who was he that said
King John did fly an hour or two before
