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Dau. 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 volunt, the Pegasus, qui a les narines de feu ! When I bestride him, 1 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.
Qrl. He's of the colour of the nutmeg.
Dau, 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,
Con. Indeed, my lord, it is a moşt absolute and excellent horse.
Dau. It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance en-, forces homage.
Orl. No more, cousin.
Dau. 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, an 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,
Orl. I have heard a sonnet begin so to one's mistress,
Dau. Then did they imitate that which I composed to my courser; for my horse is my mistress, .
Orl. Your mistress bears well.
Dau. Me well; which is the prescript praise and perfection of a good and particular mistress. * Alluding to the bounding of tennis-balls, which were stuffed with hair.
Con. Ma foy! the other day, methought, your mistress shrewdly shook your back.
Dau. So, perhaps, did yours.
Dau. O! then, belike, she was old and gentle ;
Dau. 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.
Con. I had as lief have my mistress a jade.
Dau. I tell thee, constable, my mistress wears her own hair.
Con. I could make as true a boast as that, if I had a sow to my mistress.
Dau. Le chien est retourné à son propre vomissement, et la truie lavée au bourbier : thou makest use of any thing.
Con. Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress; or any such proverb, so little kin to the purpose.
Ram. My lord constable, the armour, that I saw in your tent to-night, are those stars, or suns, upon it?
Con. Stars, my lord.
Dau. That may be, for you bear a many superAuously; and 'twere more honour, some were away.
Con. Even as your horse bears your praises; who would trot as well, were some of your brags dismounted.
Dau. '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.
Con. I will not say so, for fear I should be faced out of my way: But I would it were morn
ing, for I would fain be about the ears of the English.
Řam. Who will go to hazard with me for twenty English prisoners ?
Con. You must first go yourself to hazard, ere you have them.
Dau. 'Tis midnight, I'll go arm myself. [Exit.
Orl. By the white hand of my lady, he's a gallant prince.
Con. Swear by her foot, that she may tread out the oath.
Orl. He is, simply, the most active gentleman of France.
Con. Doing is activity: and he will still be doing. Orl. He never did harm, that I heard of.
Con. Nor will do none to-morrow; he will keep that good name still.
Orl. I know him to be valiant.
Con. I was told that, by one that knows him better than you.
Orl. What's he?
Con. Marry, he told me so himself; and he said, he cared not who knew it.
Orl. He needs not, it is no hidden virtue in him.
Con. 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*.
Orl. Ill will never said well.
Con. I will cap that proverb with—There is flattery in friendship.
Orl. And I will take up that with-Give the devil his due.
Con. Well placed; there stands your friend for the devil: have at the very eye of that proverb, with-A pox of the devil.
* An equivoque in terms in falconry: he means, his valour is bid from every body but bis lackey, and when it appears it will fall off.
Orl. You are the better at proverbs, by how much
you were overshot. Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord high constable, the English lie within fifteen hundred paces of your tent.
Con. Who hath measured the ground?
Con. A valiant and most expert gentleman.Would it were day!-- Alas, poor Harry of England! -he longs not for the dawning, as we do.
Orl. What a wretched and peevish * fellow is this king of England, to mope with his fat-brained followers so far out of his knowledge !
Con. If the English had any apprehension, they would run away.
Orl. That they lack; for if their heads had any intellectual armour, they could never wear such heavy head-pieces.
Ram. That island of England breeds very valiant creatures; their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage.
Orl. 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 Aea, that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.
Con. 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.
Orl. Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of beef.
Con. Then we shall find to-morrow they have only stomachs to eat, and none to fight. Now is it time to arm : Come, shall we about it?
Orl. It is now two o'clock : but, let me see,-by
ten, We shall have each a hundred Englishmen.
Enter Chorus. Chor. Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp 'to camp, through the foul womb of
night, The hum of either army stilly* sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch: Fire answers fire; and through their paly flames Each battle sees the other's umber'dt face: Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents, The armourers, accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation. The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll, And the third hour of drowsy morning name. Proud of their numbers, and secure in soul, The confident and over-lusty † French Do the low-lated English play at dice j And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night, Who, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp So tediously away. The poor condemned English, Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires Sit patiently, and inly ruminate The morning's danger; and their gesture sad, Investing lank-lean cheeks, and war-worn coats, Presenteth them unto the gazing moon * Gently, lowly. + Discoloured by the gleam of the fires.