Con. Nay, for methought Yefterday your Miftrefs fhrewd. ly fhook your Back. Dau. So perhaps did yours. Con. Mine was not bridled. Dau. O then belike fhe was old and gentle, and you rode like a Kerne of Ireland, your French Hofe off, and in your ftrait Stroffers. Con. You have good Judgment in Horfemanship. Dau Be warn'd by me then; they that ride fo, and ride not warily, fall into foul Bogs; I had rather have my Horfe to my Mistress. Con. I had as lieve have my Mistress a Jade. Dan. I tell thee Conftable, my Mistress wears his own Hair. Con. I could make as true a Boaft as that, if I had a Sow to my Miftrefs. Dau. Le chien eft retourné à fon propre vomissement, & la truie lavée au bourbier; thou mak'ft ufe of any thing. Con. Yet do I not ufe my Horfe for my Mistress, or any fuch Proverb, fo little kin to the purpose. Ram. My Lord Conftable, the Armour that I faw in your Tent to Night, are thofe Stars or Suns upon it? Con. Stars, my Lord. Dau. Some of them will fall to morrow, I hope. Dan That may be, for you bear a many fuperfluously, and 'twere more honour fome were away. Con. Ev'n as your Horse bears your praifes, who would trot as well, were fome of your brags difmounted. Dan. Would I were able to load him with his defert. Will it never be day? I will trot to morrow a Mile, and my way fhall be paved with English Faces. Con. I will not fay fo, for fear I fhould be fac'd 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 Prifoners? Con. You must firft go your felf to hazard, ere you have them. Dan. 'Tis Mid night, I'll go arm my self. [Exit Orl. Orl. The Dauphin longs for Morning. Con. I think he will eat all he kills. Orl. By the white Hand of my Lady, he's a gallant Prince. Con. Swear by her Foot, that fhe may tread out the Oath. Orl. He is fimply the most active Gentleman of France. Con. Nor will do none to morrow; he will keep that good Name ftill. 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 fo himself, and he said he car'd 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 faw it, but his Lacquey; 'tis a hooded Valour, and when it ap pears, it will abate. Orl. Ill-will never faid 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 plac'd; there ftands 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 Fool's Bolt is foon fhot. Con. You have shot over. Orl. 'Tis not the first time you were over-fhot. Enter a Meffenger. Meff. My Lord high Conftable, the English lye within fifteen hundred Paces of your Tents. Con. Who hath measur'd the Ground? Con. 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-brain'd Followers fo far out of his Knowledge. Con. If the English had any apprehenfion, they would run away. Orl. That they lack; for if their Heads had any intelle&tual Armour, they could never wear fuch heavy Headpieces. Ram. That Ifland of England breeds very valiant Crea tures; their Mastiffs are of unmatchable Courage. Orl.. Foolish Curs, that run winking into the Mouth of a Ruffian 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. Con. Juft, juft; and the Men do fympathize with the Maftiffs, in robuftious 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 thefe English are fhrewdly out of Beef. Con. Then fhall we find to morrow, they have only Stomachs to eat, and none to fight. Now is it time to arm; come, fhall we about it? Orl. It is now two a Clock; but let me fee, by ten We fhall have each a hundred Englishmen. ACT III. SCENE Enter Chorus. TOW entertain Conjecture of a time, [Exeunt N When creeping Murmur and the poring Dark Fills the wide Veffel of the Universe. I From Camp to Camp, through the foul Womb of Night, The Hum of either Army ftilly founds, That That the fixt Centinels almost receive Steed threatens Steed, in high and boaftful Neighs The Country Cocks do crow, the Clocks do towli The Mornings Danger: And their Gesture fad, So many horrid Ghofts. O now who will behold Walking from Watch to Watch, from Tent to Tent, For forth he goes, and vifits all his Hoft, Bids them good morrow with a modest Smile, How dread an Army hath enrounded him; His liberal Eye doth give to every one, Behold, Behold, as may Unworthiness define, K. Henry. Glofter, 'tis true that we are in great danger, For our bad Neighbour makes us early Stirrers, Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham: Erping. Not fo my Liege, this Lodging likes me better, Since I may fay, now lye I like a King. K. Henry. 'Tis good for Men to love their prefent Pain, Upon Example, fo the Spirit is eased: And when the Mind is quickened, out of doubt Lend me thy Cloak, Sir Thomas: Brothers both, Do my good-morrow to them, and anon Glo. We fhall, my Liege. Erping. Shall I attend your Grace? Go |