| ACT V SCENE V | The French camp. | |
| | Enter LEWIS and his train. | |
| LEWIS | The sun of heaven methought was loath to set, | |
| | But stay'd and made the western welkin blush, | |
| | When English measure backward their own ground | |
| | In faint retire. O, bravely came we off, | 5 |
| | When with a volley of our needless shot, | |
| | After such bloody toil, we bid good night; | |
| | And wound our tattering colours clearly up, | |
| | Last in the field, and almost lords of it! | |
| | Enter a Messenger. | |
| Messenger | Where is my prince, the Dauphin? | 10 |
| LEWIS | Here: what news? | |
| Messenger | The Count Melun is slain; the English lords | |
| | By his persuasion are again fall'n off, | |
| | And your supply, which you have wish'd so long, | |
| | Are cast away and sunk on Goodwin Sands. | 15 |
| LEWIS | Ah, foul shrewd news! beshrew thy very heart! | |
| | I did not think to be so sad to-night | |
| | As this hath made me. Who was he that said | |
| | King John did fly an hour or two before | |
| | The stumbling night did part our weary powers? | 20 |
| Messenger | Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord. | |
| LEWIS | Well; keep good quarter and good care to-night: | |
| | The day shall not be up so soon as I, | |
| | To try the fair adventure of to-morrow. | |
| | Exeunt | |
