Con. Nor will do none to-morrow; he will keep that good name still. Orl. I know him to be valiant. Con. I was told that, by one that knows him. better than you. Orl. What's he? Con. Marry, he told me so himself; and he said, he cared not who knew it. Orl. He needs not, it is no hidden virtue in him, Con. By my faith, Sir, but it is; never any body saw it, but his lacquey: 'tis a hooded valour; and, when it appears, it will bate. Orl. Ill will never said well. flattery in friendship. Orl. And I will take up that with evil his due. There is Give the Con. Well placed; there stands your friend for the devil: have at the very eye of that proverb, A pox of the devil. with Orl. You are the better at proverbs, by how much A fool's bolt is soon shot. Con. You have shot over. Orl. 'Tis not the first time you were overshot. Enter a Messenger. Mess. My Lord high Constable, the English lie within fifteen hundred paces of your tent. Con. Who hath measured the ground? Mess. The lord Grandpré. Con. A valiant and most expert gentleman. Would it were day! - Alas, poor Harry of England! he longs not for the dawning as we do. Orl. 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! Con. If the English had any apprehension, they would run away. Orl. That they lack; for if their heads had any intellectual armour, they could never wear such heavy head pieces. Ram. That island of England breeds very valiant creatures; their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage. Orl. 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 dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. Con. 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. Orl. Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of beef. Con. Then we shall find to-morrow they have only stomachs to eat, and none to fight. Now is it time to arm; Come, shall we about it? Orl. It is now two o'clock: but let me see, by ten, We shall have each a hundred Englishmen. [Exeunt. ACT IV. ACT IV. Enter CHORUS. Chorus. Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, The secret whispers of each other's watch : The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll, Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires The morning's danger; and their gesture sad, So many horrid ghosts. O, now, who will behold VOL. X. 5 The royal captain of this ruin'd band, Let him cry Bids them good morrow, with a modest smile; And calls them brothers, friends, and countrymen. Upon his royal face there is no note, His liberal eye doth give to every one, SCENE I. The English Camp at Agincourt. Enter King HENRY, BEDFORD, and GLOSTER. K. Hen. Gloster, 'tis true, that we are in great danger; The greater therefore should our courage be. Good morrow, brother Bedford. mighty! God' Al There is some soul of goodness in things evil, For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Enter ERPINGHAM. Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham: Since I may say now lie I like a King. And, when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt, both, -- Brothers Commend me to the Princes in our camp; Glo. We shall, my Liege. [Exeunt GLOSTER and BEDFORD, Erp. Shall I attend your Grace? K. Hen. No, my good Knight; Go with my brothers to my lords of England : |