I. The field of battle
There’s order given for her coronation:
Marry, this is yet but young, and may be left
To some ears unrecounted.
For I can raise no money by vile means.
Who’s that? a Frenchman?
Th’ attempt and not the deed confounds us.
I beseech your honour to hear me one single word.
II. Another part of the field
Darkness and devils!
Saddle my horses. Call my train together.
A prophet I, madam; and I speak the truth
Let not my love be call’d idolatry,
Nor my beloved as an idol show,
Since all alike my songs
I fear neither sword nor fire.
Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.
The ancient saying is no heresy.
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.
Was the crown offered him thrice?