Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Orleance. Orleance.
Orleance. Will it neuer be Morning?
Dolph. Dolph.
Dolph. My Lord of Orleance, and my Lord High Con- stable, you talke of Horse and Armour?
Orleance. You are as well prouided of both, as any
Orleance. Prince in the World.
Dolph. 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 hayres: le Cheual volante, the Pegasus, ches les narines de feu. 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 Hermes.
Orleance. Hee's of the colour of the Nutmeg.
Dolph. And of the heat of the Ginger. It is a Beast for 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 Beasts.
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Dolph. Const. In-
Dolph. The Life Of Henry The Fift.
Const. Const.
Const. Indeed my Lord, it is a most absolute and ex- cellent Horse.
Dolph. It is the Prince of Palfrayes, his Neigh is like the bidding of a Monarch, and his countenance enforces Homage.