Act V SCENE V THE FRENCH CAMP Enter LEWIS and his train LEWIS The sun of heaven methought was loath to set, But stayed and made the western welkin blush, When English measure backward their own ground In faint retire. O, bravely came we off, When with a volley of our needless shot, After such bloody toil, we bid good night; And wound our tattering colors clearly up, Last in the field, and almost lords of it! Enter a MESSENGER MESSENGER Where is my prince, the Dauphin? LEWIS Here: what news? MESSENGER The Count Melun is slain; the English lords By his persuasion are again falling off, And your supply, which you have wish'd so long, Are cast away and sunk on Goodwin Sands. 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? 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 tomorrow. Exeunt