Henry V (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Life of Henry the Fift.
¶cellent Horse.
¶Dolph. It is the Prince of Palfrayes, his Neigh is like
¶the bidding of a Monarch, and his countenance enforces
1655Homage.
¶Dolph. Nay, the man hath no wit, that cannot from
¶the rising of the Larke to the lodging of the Lambe,
1660fluent as the Sea: Turne the Sands into eloquent tongues,
¶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,
1665and wonder at him, I once writ a Sonnet in his prayse,
¶and began thus, Wonder of Nature.
¶Dolph. Then did they imitate that which I compos'd
¶Dolph. So perhaps did yours.
¶Const. Mine was not bridled.
¶rode like a Kerne of Ireland, your French Hose off, and in
¶ship.
¶ride not warily, fall into foule Boggs: I had rather haue
¶owne hayre.
¶la leuye lauee au bourbier:
thou mak'st vse of any thing.
¶Const. Starres my Lord.
¶Dolph. Some of them will fall to morrow, I hope.
¶ted.
1705Dolph. Would I were able to loade him with his de-
¶sert. Will it neuer be day? I will trot to morrow a mile,
¶of my way: but I would it were morning, for I would
1710faine be about the eares of the English.
¶Ramb. Who will goe to Hazard with me for twentie
¶Prisoners?
¶haue them.
¶Orleance. The Dolphin longs for morning.
¶Const. I thinke he will eate all he kills.
¶Orleance. By the white Hand of my Lady, hee's a gal-
1720lant Prince.
¶Oath.
¶France.
¶Orleance. He neuer did harme, that I heard of.
¶Const. Nor will doe none to morrow: hee will keepe
¶that good name still.
¶Orleance. I know him to be valiant.
1730Const. I was told that, by one that knowes him better
¶then you.
¶Orleance. What's hee?
¶car'd not who knew it.
1735Orleance. Hee needes not, it is no hidden vertue in
¶him.
¶it, but his Lacquey: 'tis a hooded valour, and when it
¶appeares, it will bate.
¶Const. I will cap that Prouerbe with, There is flatterie
¶in friendship.
¶Orleance. And I will take vp that with, Giue the Deuill
¶his due.
¶Deuill: haue at the very eye of that Prouerbe with, A
¶Pox of the Deuill.
¶Orleance. You are the better at Prouerbs, by how much
¶
Enter a Messenger.
¶fifteene hundred paces of your Tents.
¶ Mess. The Lord Grandpree.
¶it were day? Alas poore Harry of England: hee longs
¶not for the Dawning, as wee doe.
¶King of England, to mope with his fat-brain'd followers
¶so farre out of his knowledge.
¶would runne away.
1765Orleance. That they lack: for if their heads had any in-
¶tellectuall Armour, they could neuer weare such heauie
¶Head-pieces.
¶Ramb. That Iland of England breedes very valiant
¶Creatures; their Mastiffes are of vnmatchable cou-
1770rage.
¶like rotten Apples: you may as well say, that's a valiant
¶Flea, that dare eate his breakefast on the Lippe of a
1775Lyon.
¶leauing their Wits with their Wiues: and then giue
¶them great Meales of Beefe, and Iron and Steele; they
1780will eate like Wolues, and fight like Deuils.
Orleance. I,
