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  • Title: Henry V (Modern, Quarto)
  • Editor: James D. Mardock
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-409-7

    Copyright James D. Mardock. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: James D. Mardock
    Peer Reviewed

    Henry V (Modern, Quarto)

    1623.1[Scene 10]
    Enter Bourbon, Constable, Orléans, Gebon.
    Constable
    Tut, I have the best armor in the world.
    Orléans
    You have an excellent armor, but let my horse have his due.
    1628.1Bourbon
    Now you talk of a horse, I have a steed like the palfrey of the sun, nothing but pure air and fire, and hath none of this dull element of earth within him.
    Orléans
    He is of the color of the nutmeg.
    1645Bourbon
    And of the heat o' the ginger. 1660Turn all the sands into eloquent tongues, and my horse is argument for them all. 1665I once writ a sonnet in the praise of my horse, and began thus: "Wonder of nature --"
    Constable
    I have heard a sonnet begin so in the praise of one's mistress.
    Bourbon
    Why, then did they imitate that which I writ 1670in praise of my horse, for my horse is my mistress.
    Constable
    Ma foi, the other day methought your mistress 1675shook you shrewdly.
    Bourbon
    Ay, bearing me. I tell thee, lord constable, my mistress wears her own hair.
    Constable
    I could make as good a boast of that if I had had a 1690sow to my mistress.
    Bourbon
    Tut, thou wilt make use of anything.
    Constable
    Yet I do not use my horse for my mistress.
    Bourbon
    Will it never be morning? I'll ride tomorrow a mile, and my way shall be paved with English faces.
    Constable
    By my faith, so will not I, for fear I be outfaced of my way.
    1715Bourbon
    Well, I'll go arm myself. Hay!
    [Exit.]
    Gebon
    The Duke of Bourbon longs for morning.
    Orléans
    Ay, he longs to eat the English.
    Constable
    I think he'll eat all he kills.
    1740Orléans
    Oh, peace. Ill will never said well.
    Constable
    I'll cap that proverb with "There is flattery in friendship."
    Orléans
    Oh, sir, I can answer that with "Give the devil his due."
    Constable
    Have at the eye of that proverb with "A jag of the devil."
    Orléans
    Well, the Duke of Bourbon is simply the most active gentleman of France.
    1725Constable
    Doing his activity, and he'll still be doing.
    Orléans
    He never did hurt as I heard of.
    Constable
    No, I warrant you, nor never will.
    Orléans
    I hold him to be exceeding valiant.
    1730Constable
    I was told so by one that knows him better than you.
    Orléans
    Who's that?
    Constable
    Why, he told me so himself, and said he cared not who knew it.
    Orléans
    Well, who will go with me to hazard for a hundred English prisoners?
    Constable
    You must go to hazard yourself before you have them.
    Enter a messenger.
    Messenger
    My lords, the English lie within a hundred paces of your tent.
    1755Constable
    Who hath measured the ground?
    Messenger
    The lord Grandpré.
    Constable
    A valiant man, and an expert gentleman. 2235Come, come away. The sun is high, and we wear out the day.
    Exeunt omnes.