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Mont. Thus says my king :-Say thou to Harry of England, Though we seemed dead, we did but sleep; Advantage is a better soldier than rashness. Tell him, we could have rebuked him at Harfleur; but that we thought not good to bruise an injury, till it were full ripe :-now we speak upon our cue, and our voice is imperial: England shall repent his folly, see his weakness, and admire our sufferance. Bid him, therefore, consider of his ransom; which must proportion the losses we have borne, the subjects we have lost, the disgrace we have digested; which, in weight to re-answer, his pettiness would bow under. For our losses, his exchequer is too poor; for the effusion of our blood, the muster of his kingdom too faint a number; and for our disgrace, his own person, kneeling at our feet, but a weak and worthless satisfaction. To this add-defiance: and tell him, for conclusion, he hath betrayed his followers, whose condemnation is pronounced. So far my king and master; so much my office.
K. Hen. What is thy name? I know thy quality.
K. Hen. Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee back, ,
I thought, upon one pair of English legs
your master. Mont. I shall deliver so. Thanks to your highness.
[Exit MONTJOY. Glo. I hope, they will not come upon us now.
K. Hen. We are in God's hand, brother, not in theirs. March to the bridge; it now draws toward night :Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves; And on to-morrow bid them march away.
SCENE VII.-The French Camp, near Agincourt.
Enter the Constable of France, the Lord RAMBURES, the
Duke of ORLEANS, Dauphin, and Others. Con. Tut! I have the best armour of the world. 'Would, it were day!
Orl. You have an excellent armour; but let my horse have his due.
Con. It is the best horse of Europe.
Dau. My lord of Orleans, and my lord high constable, you talk of horse and armour,
Orl. You are as well provided of both, as any prince in the world.
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 volant, the Pegasus, qui a 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.
Orl. 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, wbile his rider mounts him: he is, indeed, a horse; and all other jades you may callbeasts.
Con. Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and excellent horse.
Dau. It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces 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 fuent 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,
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.
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; and you rode, like a Kerne of Ireland, your French hose off, and in your strait trossers.
Con. You have good judgment in horsemanship.
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
Con. I could make as true a boast as that, if I had a Sow to
mistress. Dau. Le chien est retourne 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 superfluously; 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 de. sert! 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 morning, for I would fain be about the ears of the English.
Ram. 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. The Dauphin longs for morning.