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Transcript "Henry V (Branagh) - The Day is Yours"
12019-07-08T13:50:16-07:00Hayden Benson7d69b3398da384eb9196529b557c5a84032c3d8c296031plain2019-07-08T13:50:16-07:00Hayden Benson7d69b3398da384eb9196529b557c5a84032c3d8cFluellen: Kill the boys and the luggage. 'Tis expressly against the law of arms. 'Tis as errant a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be offered. In your conscience, now, is it not?
Gower: 'Tis certain there's not a boy left alive.
Henry: I was not angry since I came to France! Until this instant!
Exeter: Here comes the herald of the French, my liege.
Henry: What means this, herald? Huh? Com'st thou again for ransom?
Montjoy: No! Great king! I come to thee for charitable license that we may wander o'er this bloody field to book our dead and then to bury them. To sort our nobles from our common men. For many of our princes woe the while lie drowned and soaked in mercenary blood. O, give us leave, great king, to view the field in safety and to dispose of their dead bodies.
Henry: I tell thee truly, herald, I know not if the day be ours or no.
Montjoy: The day is yours.
Henry: Praised be god and not our strength for it.