Piercing the night’s dull ear; and from the tents,
The armourers, accomplishing the knights,
With busy hammers closing rivets up,
Give dreadful note of preparation.
Proud of their numbers, and secure in soul,
The confident and over-lusty[5] French
Do the low-rated English play at dice;[6]
And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night,
Who, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp
So tediously away.