1:11:02
I will trot tomorrow a mile,
1:11:05
and my way shall be paved
with English faces.
1:11:08
I will not say so, for fear I
should be faced out of my way.
1:11:22
I'll go arm myself.
1:11:25
[Chattering continues]
1:11:30
[Horse whinnies]
1:11:32
The Dauphin longs for morning.
He longs to eat the English.
1:11:37
I think he will eat
all he kills.
1:11:39
He never did harm that I heard of.
Nor will do none tomorrow.
1:11:44
Would it were day.
[Chattering continues]
1:11:49
Alas, poor Harry of England.
1:11:53
He longs not for
the dawning as we do.
1:11:57
If the English had any apprehension,
they would run away.
1:12:01
Hmph.
1:12:02
That island of England
breeds very valiant creatures.
1:12:14
Now is it time to arm.
1:12:17
Come, shall we about it?
1:12:19
It is now 2:00.
1:12:21
But let me see, by 10:00, we shall
have each a hundred Englishmen.
1:12:31
The poor, condemned English,
1:12:34
like sacrifices,
1:12:37
by their watchful fires
sit patiently...
1:12:40
and inly ruminate
the morning's danger.
1:12:55
[Chorus]
And their gesture sad,
1:12:57
investing lank, lean cheeks
and war-worn coats,