Mess.

My Lord high Constable, the English lye within fifteen hundred paces of your tents.

Con.

Who hath measur'd the ground?

Mess.

The lord Grandpree.

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.

&wlquo;Orl.

&wlquo;Foolish curs, that run winking into the mouth of a Russian Bear, and have their heads crush'd like rotten apples.&wrquo; You may as well say, that's a valiant Flea, that dares eat his breakfast on the lip of a Lion.

&wlquo;Con.

&wlquo;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.&wrquo;

Orl.

Ay; but these English are shreudly out of beef.

Con.

Then shall we 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.
'Tis two o'clock; but (let me see) by ten,
We shall have each a hundred Englishmen. [Exeunt.

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