[Act 3, Scene 7]
Enter the Constable of France, the Lord Ramburs,
Orleance, Dolphin, with others.
Tut, I haue the beft Armour of the World:
would it were day.
You haue an excellent Armour: but let my
Horse haue his due.
It is the best Horse of Europe.
Will it neuer be Morning?
My Lord of Orleance, and my Lord High Con-
stable, you talke of Horse and Armour?
You are as well prouided of both, as any
Prince in the World.
What a long Night is this? I will not change
my Horse with any that treades but on foure postures:
ch' ha: he bounds from the Earth, as if his entrayles were
le Cheual volante, the Pegasus,
ches les narines de
. When I bestryde him, I soare, I am a Hawke: he trots
the ayre: the Earth sings, when he touches it: the basest
horne of his hoofe, is more Musicall then the Pipe of
Hee's of the colour of the Nutmeg.
And of the heat of the Ginger. It is a Beast
Perseus: hee is pure Ayre and Fire; and the dull Ele-
ments of Earth and Water neuer appeare in him, but on-
ly in patient stillnesse while his Rider mounts him: hee
is indeede a Horse, and all other Iades you may call
Indeed my Lord, it is a most absolute and ex-
It is the Prince of Palfrayes, his Neigh is like
the bidding of a Monarch, and his countenance enforces
No more Cousin.
Nay, the man hath no wit, that cannot from
the rising of the Larke to the lodging of the Lambe,
varie deserued prayse on my Palfray: it is a Theame as
fluent as the Sea: Turne the Sands into eloquent tongues,
and my Horse is argument for them all: 'tis a subiect
for a Soueraigne to reason on, and for a Soueraignes So-
ueraigne to ride on: And for the World, familiar to vs,
and vnknowne, to lay apart their particular Functions,
and wonder at him, I once writ a Sonnet in his prayse,
and began thus,
Wonder of Nature.
I haue heard a Sonnet begin so to ones Mi-
Then did they imitate that which I compos'd
to my Courser, for my Horse is my Mistresse.
Your Mistresse beares well.
Me well, which is the prescript prayse and per-
fection of a good and
Nay, for me thought yesterday your Mistresse
shrewdly shooke your back.
So perhaps did yours.
Mine was not bridled.
O then belike she was old and gentle, and you
rode like a Kerne of Ireland, your French Hose off, and in
your strait Strossers.
You haue good iudgement in Horseman-
Be warn'd by me then: they that ride so, and
ride not warily, fall into foule Boggs: I had rather haue
my Horse to my Mistresse.
I had as liue haue my Mistresse a Iade.
I tell thee Constable, my Mistresse weares his
I could make as true a boast as that, if I had a
Sow to my Mistresse.
Le chien est retourne a son propre vemissement est
: thou mak'st vse of any thing.
la leuye lauee au bourbier
Yet doe I not vse my Horse for my Mistresse,
or any such Prouerbe, so little kin to the purpose.
My Lord Constable, the Armour that I saw in
your Tent to night, are those Starres or Sunnes vpon it?
Starres my Lord.
Some of them will fall to morrow, I hope.
And yet my Sky shall not want.
That may be, for you beare a many superflu-
ously, and 'twere more honor some were away.
Eu'n as your Horse beares your prayses, who
would trot as well, were some of your bragges dismount-
Would I were able to loade him with his de-
sert. Will it neuer be day? I will trot to morrow a mile,
and my way shall be paued with English Faces.
I will not say so, for feare I should be fac't out
of my way: but I would it were morning, for I would
faine be about the eares of the English.
Who will goe to Hazard with me for twentie
You must first goe your selfe to hazard, ere you
'Tis Mid-night, Ile goe arme my selfe.
The Dolphin longs for morning.
He longs to eate the English.
I thinke he will eate all he kills.
By the white Hand of my Lady, hee's a gal-
Sweare by her Foot, that she may tread out the
He is simply the most actiue Gentleman of
Doing is actiuitie, and he will still be doing.
He neuer did harme, that I heard of.
Nor will doe none to morrow: hee will keepe
that good name still.
I know him to be valiant.
I was told that, by one that knowes him better
Marry hee told me so himselfe, and hee sayd hee
car'd not who knew it.
Hee needes not, it is no hidden vertue in
By my faith Sir, but it is: neuer any body saw
it, but his Lacquey: 'tis a hooded valour, and when it
appeares, it will bate.
Ill will neuer sayd well.
I will cap that Prouerbe with, There is flatterie
And I will take vp that with, Giue the Deuill
Well plac't: there stands your friend for the
Deuill: haue at the very eye of that Prouerbe with, A
Pox of the Deuill.
You are the better at Prouerbs, by how much
a Fooles Bolt is soone shot.
You haue shot ouer.
'Tis not the first time you were ouer-shot.
Enter a Messenger.
My Lord high Constable, the English lye within
fifteene hundred paces of your Tents.
Who hath measur'd the ground?
A valiant and most expert Gentleman. Would
it were day? Alas poore
Harry of England: hee longs
not for the Dawning, as wee doe.
What a wretched and peeuish fellow is this
King of England, to mope with his fat-brain'd followers
so farre out of his knowledge.
If the English had any apprehension, they
would runne away.
That they lack: for if their heads had any in-
tellectuall Armour, they could neuer weare such heauie
That Iland of England breedes very valiant
Creatures; their Mastiffes are of vnmatchable cou
Foolish Curres, that runne winking into
the mouth of a Russian Beare, and haue their heads crusht
like rotten Apples: you may as well say, that's a valiant
Flea, that dare eate his breakefast on the Lippe of a
Iust, iust: and the men doe sympathize with
the Mastiffes, in robustious and rough comming on,
leauing their Wits with their Wiues: and then giue
them great Meales of Beefe, and Iron and Steele; they
will eate like Wolues, and fight like Deuils.
I, but these English are shrowdly out of
Then shall we finde to morrow, they haue only
stomackes to eate, and none to fight. Now is it time to
arme: come, shall we about it?
It is now two a Clock: but let me see, by ten
Wee shall haue each a hundred English men.