Henry V (Quarto 1, 1600)
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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,
For fear I be outfaced of my way.
¶Gebon. The Duke of Burbon longs for morning
¶Con. I thinke heele eate all he killes.
¶Con. Ile cap that prouerbe,
With there is flattery in friendship.
With giue the diuel his due.
¶Con. Haue at the eye of that prouerbe,
With a Iogge of the diuel.
¶The most actiue Gentleman of France.
¶Or. He neuer did hurt as I heard off.
¶Con. No I warrant you, nor neuer will.
¶Or. I hold him to be exceeding valiant.
¶And said he cared not who knew it.
¶Or. Well who will go with me to hazard,
For a hundred English prisoners?
Before you haue them.
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Enter a Messenger.
¶Paces of your Tent.
¶Mess. The Lord Granpeere.
¶Con. A valiant man, a. an expert Gentleman.
1785Come, come away:
1785.1The Sun is hie, and we weare out the day.
Exit omnes.
