Henry V (Quarto 1, 1600)
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The Chronicle Historie
¶Glos. My Liege, I hope they will not come vpon vs now.
1620King. We are in Gods hand brother, not in theirs:
¶To night we will encampe beyond the bridge,
¶And on to morrow bid them march away.
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Enter Burbon, Constable, Orleance, Gebon.
¶Orleance. You haue an excellent armour,
But let my horse haue his due.
¶Palfrey of the sun, nothing but pure ayre and fire,
And hath none of this dull element of earth within him.
¶Orleance. He is of the colour of the Nutmeg.
1645Bur. And of the heate, a the Ginger.
1660Turne all the sands into eloquent tongues,
¶And my horse is argument for them all:
¶And began thus. Wonder of nature.
In the praise of ones Mistresse.
¶Burb. Why then did they immitate that
Which I writ in praise of my horse,
Your mistresse shooke you shrewdly.
My mistresse weares her owne haire.
If I had had a sow to my mistresse.
¶Bur. Will it neuer be morning?
Ile ride too morrow a mile,
Con. By
