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Ram. He longs to eat the English.
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.
Orl. You are the better at proverbs, by how much A fool's bolt is soon shot.
Con. You have shot over.
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 headpieces.
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 flea, 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.
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. (Exeunt.
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'd 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-rated English play at dice; 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,