1:08:16
Now entertain
conjecture of a time...
1:08:19
when creeping murmur
and the poring dark...
1:08:22
fills the wide vessel
of the universe.
1:08:27
From camp to camp through
the foul womb of night...
1:08:30
the hum of either army
stilly sounds...
1:08:33
that the fixed sentinels
almost receive...
1:08:37
the secret whispers
of each other's watch.
1:08:40
Fire answers fire,
1:08:42
and through their paly flames,
1:08:44
each battle sees
the other's umbered face.
1:08:47
Steed threatens steed
in high and boastful neighs,
1:08:50
piercing the night's dull ear.
1:08:52
And from the tents,
1:08:55
the armorers,
accomplishing the knights,
1:08:58
with busy hammers closing rivets up
give dreadful note of preparation.
1:09:04
Proud of their numbers
and secure in soul,
1:09:07
the confident
and over-lusty French...
1:09:09
do the low-rated English
play at dice...
1:09:12
and chide the cripple,
tardy-gaited night...
1:09:16
who, like a foul and ugly witch,
doth limp so tediously away.
1:09:35
[Horse whinnies]
1:09:40
[Man] I have the best armor
in the world.
1:09:44
Would it were day.
1:09:46
[Man #2] you have an excellent armor,
but let my horse have his due.
1:09:51
It is the best horse of Europe.
1:09:56
Will it never be morning?
1:09:58
## [Flute]
[Chattering continues]