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SCENE III.
The French Camp.Enter Dauphin and Constable.
Daup.
My Lord High Constable, the English lie
within fifteen hundred paces of your tents.
Const.
Who hath measur'd the ground?
Daup.
My Lord Grandpree.
Const.
A valiant and most expert gentleman. Alas!
poor Harry England, he longs not for the battle as
we do!
Daup.
What a wretched and peevish fellow is this
King of England, to mope with his fat-brain'd followers
so far out of his knowledge!
Const.
If the English had any apprehension, they
would run away.
Daup.
That they lack; for if their heads had any
intellectual armour, they could never wear such heavy
head-pieces.
Const.
That island of England breeds very valiant
creatures; their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage.
Daup.
Foolish curs, that run winking into the
mouth of a Russian bear, and have their heads crush'd
like rotten apples. You may as well say, that's a
valiant flea that dares eat his breakfast on the lip of
a lion.
Const.
Just, just; and the men do sympathize with
the mastiffs in robustious and rough coming-on, leaving
their wits with their wives. And then, give them
great meals of beef, and iron and steel, they will eat
like wolves, and fight like devils. Now is it time to
arm, shall we about it?
Daup.
I stay but for my guard: on to the field;
I will the banner from a trumpet take,
The sun is high, and we out-wear the day.
[Exeunt.
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