Act 3 — SCENE CLOSES IN.
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Cho. The poor condemned English, Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires Sit patiently, and inly ruminate The morning’s danger; and their gestures sad, Investing lank-lean cheeks, and war-worn coats, Presenteth them unto the gazing moon So many horrid ghosts.
Scene re-opens, discovering the English camp, with group of soldiery praying. After a pause the scene closes.
O, now, who will behold The royal captain of this ruin’d band Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, Let him cry—Praise and glory on his head! For forth he goes and visits all his host; Bids them good-morrow with a modest smile, And calls them—brothers, friends, and countrymen. Upon his royal face there is no note How dread an army hath enrounded him; Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour Unto the weary and all-watched night; But freshly looks, and overbears attaint With cheerful semblance and sweet majesty; That every wretch, pining and pale before, Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks: Then, mean and gentle all, Behold, as may unworthiness define, A little touch of Harry in the night: And so our scene must to the battle fly; The field of Agincourt. Yet, sit and see; Minding true things7 by what their mockeries be.
Exit.