Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves,
And on to-morrow bid them march away. 184
[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 : le cheval
volant, the Pegasus, 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 .
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