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KING EDWARD
William.
Now there's a story come into my head, that I will tell your honour, if you'll give me leave.
Now there's a story come into my head, that I will tell your honour, if you'll give me leave.
Dagworth.
No, William, save it till another time; this is no time for story-telling; but here comes one who is as entertaining as a good story.
No, William, save it till another time; this is no time for story-telling; but here comes one who is as entertaining as a good story.
Enter Peter Blunt.
Peter.
Yonder's a musician going to play before the King; it's a new song about the French and English, and the Prince has made the minstrel a squire, and given him I don't know what, and I can't tell whether he don't mention us all one by one; and he is to write another about all us that are to die, that we may be remembered in Old England, for all our blood and bones are in France; and a great deal more that we shall all hear by and by; and I came to tell your honour, because you love to hear war-songs.
Yonder's a musician going to play before the King; it's a new song about the French and English, and the Prince has made the minstrel a squire, and given him I don't know what, and I can't tell whether he don't mention us all one by one; and he is to write another about all us that are to die, that we may be remembered in Old England, for all our blood and bones are in France; and a great deal more that we shall all hear by and by; and I came to tell your honour, because you love to hear war-songs.
Dagworth.
And who is this minstrel, Peter, dost know?
And who is this minstrel, Peter, dost know?
Peter.
O ay, I forgot to tell that; he has got the same
O ay, I forgot to tell that; he has got the same
