Tut, I have the best armor in the world.

You have an excellent armor, 865but let my 1629horse have his due.

Now you talk of a horse, I have a steed like the 1628.2867palfrey of the sun, 1646nothing but pure air and fire, 868and hath none of this dull element 1647of earth within him.

He is of the color of the nutmeg.

And of the heat o' the ginger. 1660871Turn 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 --"

I have heard a sonnet begin so 876in the praise of one's 1668mistress.

Why, then did they imitate that 878which I writ 1670in praise of my horse, 879for my horse is my mistress.

Ma foi, the other day methought 881your mistress 1675shook you shrewdly.

Ay, bearing me. I tell thee, lord constable, 883my mistress wears her 1688own hair.

I could make as good a boast of that 885if I had had a 1690sow to my mistress.

Tut, thou wilt make use of anything.

Yet I do not use my horse for my mistress.

Will it never be morning? 889I'll ride tomorrow a mile, 1707890and my way shall be paved with English faces.

By my faith, so will not I, 892for fear I be outfaced 1709of my way.

Well, I'll go arm myself. Hay!

The Duke of Bourbon longs for morning.

Ay, he longs to eat the English.

I think he'll eat all he kills.

Oh, peace. Ill will never said well.

I'll cap that proverb 899with "There is flattery 1742in friendship."

Oh, sir, I can answer that 901with "Give the devil 1744his due."

Have at the eye of that proverb 903with "A 1747jag of the devil."

Well, the Duke of Bourbon is simply 905the most active gentleman of 1724France.

Doing his activity, and he'll still be doing.

He never did hurt as I heard of.

No, I warrant you, nor never will.

I hold him to be exceeding valiant.

I was told so by one that knows him better 1731than you.

Who's that?

Why, he told me so himself, 913and said he 1734cared not who knew it.

Well, who will go with me to hazard 915for a hundred 1712English prisoners?

You must go to hazard yourself 917before you 1714have them.

My lords, the English lie within 1754a hundred 920paces of your tent.

Who hath measured the ground?

The lord Grandpré.

A valiant man, and an expert gentleman. 2235924Come, come away. 2236925The sun is high, and we wear out the day.