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_ ACT III. SCENE VII.
The French camp near Agincourt.
[Enter the CONSTABLE OF FRANCE, the LORD RAMBURES,
the DUKE OF ORLEANS, the DAUPHIN, with others.]
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 compos'd 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 strait
strossers.
CONSTABLE.
You have good judgment in horsemanship.
DAUPHIN.
Be warn'd 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 mak'st use of anything.
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.
Ev'n 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 fac'd 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.
[Exit]
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 you.
ORLEANS.
What's he?
CONSTABLE.
Marry, he told me so himself; and he said he car'd
not who knew it.
ORLEANS.
He needs not; it is no hidden virtue in him.
CONSTABLE.
By my faith, sir, but it is; never anybody saw it
but his lackey.
'Tis a hooded valour, and when it appears it will bate.
ORLEANS.
Ill-wind 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 plac'd! 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 measur'd 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-brain'd 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 head-pieces.
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 crush'd 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 sympathise 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.
[Exeunt.] _
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