K. Hen. Well then I know thee: what shall I
Mont. My master's mind.
K. Hen. Unfold it. 127
Mont. Thus says my king: Say thou to Harry
of England: Though we seemed dead, we did but
sleep: advantage is a better soldier than rash-
ness. Tell him, we could have rebuked him at
Harfleur, but that we thought not good to bruise
an injury till it were full ripe: now we speak 133
, and our voice is imperial: England
shall repent his folly, see his weakness, and ad-
mire our sufferance. Bid him therefore consider
of his ransom; which must proportion the losses
we have borne, the subjects we have lost, the
disgrace we have digested; which, in weight to 139
, his pettiness would bow under. For
our losses, his exchequer is too poor; for the
effusion of our blood, the muster of his kingdom
too faint a number; and for our disgrace, his
own person, kneeling at our feet, but a weak and
worthless satisfaction. To this add defiance: and
tell him, for conclusion, he hath betrayed his
followers, whose condemnation is pronounced.
So far my king and master, so much my office.
K. Hen. What is thy name? I know thy 149.
K. Hen. Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee back,
And tell thy king I do not seek him now, 152
But could be willing to march on to Calais
125 of: from
134 upon our cue: in proper time
140 re-answer: atone for
149 quality: profession