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.

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 dares 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 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 a clock; but (let me see) by ten
We shall have each a hundred Englishmen. [Exeunt.

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