Young de Cressi can draw a bow; let him fight amongst the archers and have liberty to join the men-at-arms when the time comes.

Or stay; set them near my son the Prince, for there surely the fight will be hottest.
"And now, you men of England, whatever your degree, my brothers of England, gentle and simple, Philip rolls down upon us with all the might of France, our heritage which he has stolen, our heritage and yours.
Well, well, show him to-day, or to-morrow, or whenever it may be, that Englishmen put not their faith in numbers, but in justice and their own great hearts.

Oh, my brothers and my friends, let not Edward, whom you are pleased to serve as your lawful King, be whipped off the field of Crecy and out of France! Stand to your banners, stand to your King, stand to St.George and God! Die where you are if need be, as I will.
Never threaten and then show your backs like that knave the archer shot but now.

Look, I give my son into your keeping," and he pointed to the young Prince, who all this while sat upon his horse upright and silent.
"The Hope of England shall be your leader, but if he flies, why then, cut him down, and fight without him.

But he'll not fly and you'll not fly; no, you and he together will this day earn a name that shall be told of when the world is grey with age.