hey of those marches,[14] gracious sovereign,
Shall be a wall sufficient to defend
Our inland from the pilfering borderers.
Therefore to France, my liege.
Divide your happy England into four;
Whereof take you one quarter into France,
And you withal shall make all Gallia shake.
If we, with thrice that power left at home,
Cannot defend our own door from the dog,
Let us be worried, and our nation lose
The name of hardiness and policy.

_K. Hen._ Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin.

[_Exit HERALD with LORDS, L.H._

Now are we well resolv'd; and by Heaven's help,
And yours, the noble sinews of our power,--
France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe,
Or break it all to pieces.

_Re-enter HERALD and Lords, L.H., with the AMBASSADOR of FRANCE,
French Bishops, Gentlemen, and Attendants carrying a treasure
chest, L.H._

Now are we well prepar'd to know the pleasure
Of our fair cousin Dauphin; for we hear
Your greeting is from him, not from the king.

_Amb._ (L.C.) May it please your majesty to give us leave
Freely to render what we have in charge;
Or shall we sparingly show you far off
The Dauphin's meaning and our embassy?

_K. Hen._ We are no tyrant, but a Christian king;
Therefore with frank and with uncurbed plainness
Tell us the Dauphin's mind.

_Amb._ Thus, then, in few.[15]
Your highness, lately sending into France,
Did claim some certain dukedoms, in the right
Of your great predecessor, King Edward the Third.
In answer of which claim, the prince our master
Says,--that you savour too much of your youth;
And bids you be advis'd, there's nought in France
That can be with a nimble galliard won;[16]
You cannot revel into dukedoms there.
He therefore sends you, meeter for your spirit,
This tun of treasure; and, in lieu of this,
Desires you let the dukedoms that you claim
Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin speaks.

_K. Hen._ What treasure, uncle?

_Exe._ (_Opening the chest._)

Tennis-balls, my liege.(H)

_K. Hen._ We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us;
His present and your pains we thank you for:
When we have match'd our rackets to these balls,
We will, in France, by Heaven's grace, play a set
Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard.
And we understand him well,
How he comes o'er us with our wilder days,
Not me