The King’s Pavilion in the English Camp

King EDWARD (solus.)

The Persian wept, when he beheld his hosts Array’d in all the pomp and strength of war; He wept to think, that in one hundred years The soul of life that stirr’d a million men Should be extinct, and all their warrior forms Resolved to dust. I weep for other cause! I weep to see so many chosen men Wasting their prime in an inglorious ease, While they might combat on the fields of France, And dictate laws to nations.