The one that seems most printable goes as follows:
Take a trumpet, herald;
Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill:
If they will fight with us, bid them come down,
Or void the field; they do offend our sight:
If they'll do neither, we will come to them,
And make them skirr away, as swift as stones
Enforced from the old Assyrian slings:
Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have,
And not a man of them that we shall take
Shall taste our mercy. Go and tell them so.
I'm mad. I doubt that I would have as much mercy as Harry does in the play.
Someone should have to pay for the mess that was started with this case. If I have my way, I know where to start.