1189Enter French Souldiers. 11901. Soul. Come away Iack D
rummer, come away all,
1191And me will tel you what me wil d
oo 1192Me wil tro one chance on
the dice,
1193Who
shall haue
the king of England and his lo
rds.
11942. Soul. Come away Iacke D
rummer,
1195And tro your chance, and lay downe your Drumme.
1197Drum. Oh
the b
raue apparel
that
the Engli
sh mans
1198Hay b
ro
th ouer, I wil tel you what
1199Me ha donue, me ha p
rouided a hund
re
th trunkes,
1200And all to put
the
fine parel of
the Engli
sh mans in.
12011. Soul. What do
thou meane by trunkea?
12022. Soul. A
she
st man, a hund
red
she
sts.
12031. Soul. Aw
ee, aw
ee, aw
ee, Me wil tel you what,
1204Me ha put
fiue
shild
ren out of my hou
se,
1205And all t
oo litle to put
the
fine apparel of
the
E3 Drum
The famous victories
1207Drum. Oh
the b
raue,
the b
raue apparel
that we
shall
1208Haue anon, but come, and you
shall
see what me wil tro
1209At
the kings Drummer and Fife,
1210Ha, me ha no g
ood lucke, tro you.
12113. Sol. Fai
th me wil tro at
y^e Earle of
Northumberland 1212And my Lo
rd a
Willowby, wi
th his great ho
rse,
1213Sno
rting, fa
rting, oh b
raue ho
rse.
12141. Sol. Ha, bur Lady you ha rea
sonable g
ood lucke,
1215Now I wil tro at
the king him
selfe,
1216Ha, me haue no g
ood lucke.
1218Cap. How now what make you here,
1219So farre from
the Campe?
12202. Sol. Shal me tel our captain what we haue done here?
1222Exeunt Drum, and one Souldier. 12232. Sol. I wil tel you what whe haue doune,
1224We haue bene troing our
shance on
the Dice,
1225But none can win
the king.
1226Cap. I
thinke
so, why he is left behind fo
r me,
1227And I haue
set
three o
r foure chaire-makers a worke,
1228To make a new di
sgui
sed chaire to
set
that womanly
1229King of England in,
that all
the people may laugh
12312. Soul. Oh b
raue Captaine.
1232Cap. I am glad, and yet wi
th a kinde of pitie
1233To
see
the p
oore king:
1234Why who euer
saw a mo
re flouri
shing armie in
France 1235In one day,
then here is? Are not here all
the P
eeres of
1236 France? Are not here
the No
rmans wi
th their
firie hand=
1237Gunnes,and
flaunching Curtleaxes?
1238Are not here
the Barbarians wi
th their bard hor
ses,
1239And lanching
speares?
1240Are not here Pickardes wi
th their Cro
sbowes & piercing
The
of Henry the fifth.
1242The Henues wi
th their cutting Glaues and
sharpe
1244Are not here
the Lance knights of
Burgondie?
1245And on
the o
ther
side, a
site of p
oore Engli
sh scabs?
1246Why take an Engli
sh man out of his warme bed
1247And his
stale drinke, but one mone
th,
1248And ala
s what wil become of him?
1249But giue
the Frenchman a Reddis
sh r
oote,
1259And he wil liue wi
th it all
the dayes of his life.
12522. Soul. Oh
the b
raue apparel
that we
shall haue of
the