1:10:00
My lord of Orleans
and my lord High Constable,
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you talk of horse and armor?
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You are as well provided of both
as any prince in the world.
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I will not change my horse...
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for any that treads
but on four hooves.
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When I bestride him,
I soar.
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I am a hawk, and he is
pure air and fire!
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The dull elements of earth
and water never appear in him,
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but only impatient stillness
while his rider mounts him.
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Indeed, my lord, it is a most
absolute and excellent horse.
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[Chattering continues]
1:10:41
My lord constable,
the armor in your tent tonight...
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Are those suns
or stars on it?
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Stars, Montjoy.
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Some of them will
fall tomorrow, I hope.
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And yet my sky
shall not want.
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Will it never be day?
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I will trot tomorrow a mile,
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and my way shall be paved
with English faces.
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I will not say so, for fear I
should be faced out of my way.
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I'll go arm myself.
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[Chattering continues]
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[Horse whinnies]
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The Dauphin longs for morning.
He longs to eat the English.
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I think he will eat
all he kills.
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He never did harm that I heard of.
Nor will do none tomorrow.
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Would it were day.
[Chattering continues]
1:11:49
Alas, poor Harry of England.
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He longs not for
the dawning as we do.
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If the English had any apprehension,
they would run away.