Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves,
And on to-morrow bid them march away. 184
Scene Seven
[The French Camp, near Agincourt]
Enter the Constable of France, the Lord Rambures, [the Duke of] Orleans, [the] Dauphin, with 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. 4
Con. It is the best horse of Europe.
Orl. Will it never be morning?
Dau. My Lord of Orleans, and my lord high
constable, you talk of horse and armour— 8
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 12
four pasterns. Ça, ha! He bounds from the
earth as if his entrails were hairs: le cheval
volant, the Pegasus, chez les narines de feu!
When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he 16
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. 20
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
14 as if . . . hairs: i.e., as if he were a tennis ball; cf. n.
15 chez: i.e., with
19 pipe of Hermes; cf. n.
