1626863Const. Tut I haue the best armour in the world.

1628864Orleance. You haue an excellent armour,

865But let my horse haue his due.

1628.1866Burbon. Now you talke of a horse, I haue a steed like the

1646867Palfrey of the sun, nothing but pure ayre and fire,

868And hath none of this dull element of earth within him.

1644869Orleance. He is of the colour of the Nutmeg.

1645870Bur. And of the heate, a the Ginger.

1660871Turne all the sands into eloquent tongues,

1661872And my horse is argument for them all:

1665873I once writ a Sonnet in the praise of my horse,

1666874And began thus. Wonder of nature.

1667875Con. I haue heard a Sonnet begin so,

876In the praise of ones Mistresse.

1669877Burb. Why then did they immitate that

878Which I writ in praise of my horse,

1670879For my horse is my mistresse.

1674880Con. Ma foy the other day, me thought

881Your mistresse shooke you shrewdly.

1687882Bur. I bearing me. I tell thee Lord Constable,

883My mistresse weares her owne haire.

1689884Con. I could make as good a boast of that,

885If I had had a sow to my mistresse.

1692886Bur. Tut thou wilt make vse of any thing.

1693887Con. Yet I do not vse my horse for my mistresse.

1706888Bur. Will it neuer be morning?

889Ile ride too morrow a mile,

1707890And my way shalbe paued with English faces.

1708891Con. By my faith so will not I,

892For fear I be outfaced of my way.

1715893Bur. Well ile go arme my selfe, hay.

1716894Gebon. The Duke of Burbon longs for morning

1717895Or. I he longs to eate the English.

1718896Con. I thinke heele eate all he killes.

1740897Orle. O peace, ill will neuer said well.

1741898Con. Ile cap that prouerbe,

899With there is flattery in friendship.

1743900Or. O sir, I can answere that,

901With giue the diuel his due.

1746902Con. Haue at the eye of that prouerbe,

903With a Iogge of the diuel.

1747904Or. Well the Duke of Burbon, is simply,

1723905The most actiue Gentleman of France.

1725906Con. Doing his actiuitie, and heele stil be doing.

1726907Or. He neuer did hurt as I heard off.

1727908Con. No I warrant you, nor neuer will.

1729909Or. I hold him to be exceeding valiant.

1730910Con. I was told so by one that knows him better thē you.

1732911Or. Whose that?

1733912Con. Why he told me so himselfe:

1734913And said he cared not who knew it.

1711914Or. Well who will go with me to hazard,

915For a hundred English prisoners?

1713916Con. You must go to hazard your selfe,

917Before you haue them.

1753919Mess. My Lords, the English lye within a hundred

1754920Paces of your Tent.

1755921Con. Who hath measured the ground?

1756922Mess. The Lord Granpeere.

1757923Con. A valiant man, a. an expert Gentleman.

1785924Come, come away:

1785.1925The Sun is hie, and we weare out the day. Exit omnes.