Enter the Constable of France,
the LORD RAMBURES,
|Constable||Tut! I have the best armour of the world. Would it were day!|
|ORLEANS||You have an excellent armour; but let my horse have his due.|
|Constable||It is the best horse of Europe.|
|ORLEANS||Will it never be morning?|
|DAUPHIN||My lord of Orleans, and my lord high constable, you
talk of horse and armour?
|ORLEANS||You are as well provided of both as any prince in the world.|
|DAUPHIN||What a long night is this! I will not change my
horse with any that treads but on four pasterns.
Ca, ha! he bounds from the earth, as if his
entrails were hairs; le cheval volant, the Pegasus,
chez les narines de feu! When I bestride him, I
soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth
sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his
hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.
|ORLEANS||He's of the colour of the nutmeg.|
|DAUPHIN||And of the heat of the ginger. It is a beast for
Perseus: he is pure air and fire; and the dull
elements of earth and water never appear in him, but
only in Patient stillness while his rider mounts
him: he is indeed a horse; and all other jades you
may call beasts.
|Constable||Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and excellent horse.|
|DAUPHIN||It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is like the
bidding of a monarch and his countenance enforces homage.
|ORLEANS||No more, cousin.|
|DAUPHIN||Nay, the man hath no wit that cannot, from the
rising of the lark to the lodging of the lamb, vary
deserved praise on my palfrey: it is a theme as
fluent as the sea: turn the sands into eloquent
tongues, and my horse is argument for them all:
'tis a subject for a sovereign to reason on, and for
a sovereign's sovereign to ride on; and for the
world, familiar to us and unknown to lay apart
their particular functions and wonder at him. I
once writ a sonnet in his praise and began thus:
'Wonder of nature,'--
|ORLEANS||I have heard a sonnet begin so to one's mistress.|
|DAUPHIN||Then did they imitate that which I composed to my
courser, for my horse is my mistress.
|ORLEANS||Your mistress bears well.|
|DAUPHIN||Me well; which is the prescript praise and
perfection of a good and particular mistress.
|Constable||Nay, for methought yesterday your mistress shrewdly
shook your back.
|DAUPHIN||So perhaps did yours.|
|Constable||Mine was not bridled.|
|DAUPHIN||O then belike she was old and gentle; and you rode,
like a kern of Ireland, your French hose off, and in
your straight strossers.
|Constable||You have good judgment in horsemanship.|
|DAUPHIN||Be warned by me, then: they that ride so and ride
not warily, fall into foul bogs. I had rather have
my horse to my mistress.
|Constable||I had as lief have my mistress a jade.|
|DAUPHIN||I tell thee, constable, my mistress wears his own hair.|
|Constable||I could make as true a boast as that, if I had a sow
to my mistress.
|DAUPHIN||'Le chien est retourne a son propre vomissement, et
la truie lavee au bourbier;' thou makest use of any thing.
|Constable||Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress, or any
such proverb so little kin to the purpose.
|RAMBURES||My lord constable, the armour that I saw in your tent
to-night, are those stars or suns upon it?
|Constable||Stars, my lord.|
|DAUPHIN||Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope.|
|Constable||And yet my sky shall not want.|
|DAUPHIN||That may be, for you bear a many superfluously, and
'twere more honour some were away.
|Constable||Even as your horse bears your praises; who would
trot as well, were some of your brags dismounted.
|DAUPHIN||Would I were able to load him with his desert! Will
it never be day? I will trot to-morrow a mile, and
my way shall be paved with English faces.
|Constable||I will not say so, for fear I should be faced out of
my way: but I would it were morning; for I would
fain be about the ears of the English.
|RAMBURES||Who will go to hazard with me for twenty prisoners?|
|Constable||You must first go yourself to hazard, ere you have them.|
|DAUPHIN||'Tis midnight; I'll go arm myself.|
|ORLEANS||The Dauphin longs for morning.|
|RAMBURES||He longs to eat the English.|
|Constable||I think he will eat all he kills.|
|ORLEANS||By the white hand of my lady, he's a gallant prince.|
|Constable||Swear by her foot, that she may tread out the oath.|
|ORLEANS||He is simply the most active gentleman of France.|
|Constable||Doing is activity; and he will still be doing.|
|ORLEANS||He never did harm, that I heard of.|
|Constable||Nor will do none to-morrow: he will keep that good name still.|
|ORLEANS||I know him to be valiant.|
|Constable||I was told that by one that knows him better than
|Constable||Marry, he told me so himself; and he said he cared
not who knew it
|ORLEANS||He needs not; it is no hidden virtue in him.|
|Constable||By my faith, sir, but it is; never any body saw it
but his lackey: 'tis a hooded valour; and when it
appears, it will bate.
|ORLEANS||Ill will never said well.|
|Constable||I will cap that proverb with 'There is flattery in friendship.'|
|ORLEANS||And I will take up that with 'Give the devil his due.'|
|Constable||Well placed: there stands your friend for the
devil: have at the very eye of that proverb with 'A
pox of the devil.'
|ORLEANS||You are the better at proverbs, by how much 'A
fool's bolt is soon shot.'
|Constable||You have shot over.|
|ORLEANS||'Tis not the first time you were overshot.|
|[Enter a Messenger]|
|Messenger||My lord high constable, the English lie within
fifteen hundred paces of your tents.
|Constable||Who hath measured the ground?|
|Messenger||The Lord Grandpre.|
|Constable||A valiant and most expert gentleman. Would it were
day! Alas, poor Harry of England! he longs not for
the dawning as we do.
|ORLEANS||What a wretched and peevish fellow is this king of
England, to mope with his fat-brained followers so
far out of his knowledge!
|Constable||If the English had any apprehension, they would run away.|
|ORLEANS||That they lack; for if their heads had any
intellectual armour, they could never wear such heavy
|RAMBURES||That island of England breeds very valiant
creatures; their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage.
|ORLEANS||Foolish curs, that run winking into the mouth of a
Russian bear and have their heads crushed like
rotten apples! You may as well say, that's a
valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.
|Constable||Just, just; and the men do sympathize with the
mastiffs in robustious and rough coming on, leaving
their wits with their wives: and then give them
great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will
eat like wolves and fight like devils.
|ORLEANS||Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of beef.|
|Constable||Then shall we find to-morrow they have only stomachs
to eat and none to fight. Now is it time to arm:
come, shall we about it?
|ORLEANS||It is now two o'clock: but, let me see, by ten
We shall have each a hundred Englishmen.
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