DAUPHIN.
“Le chien est retourné à son propre vomissement, et la truie lavée au bourbier.” Thou mak’st use of anything.
CONSTABLE.
Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress, or any such proverb so little kin to the purpose.
RAMBURES.
My Lord Constable, the armour that I saw in your tent tonight, are those stars or suns upon it?
CONSTABLE.
Stars, my lord.
DAUPHIN.
Some of them will fall tomorrow, I hope.
CONSTABLE.
And yet my sky shall not want.
DAUPHIN.
That may be, for you bear a many superfluously, and ’twere more honour some were away.
CONSTABLE.
Even as your horse bears your praises; who would trot as well, were some of your brags dismounted.
DAUPHIN.
Would I were able to load him with his desert! Will it never be day? I will trot tomorrow a mile, and my way shall be paved with English faces.
CONSTABLE.
I will not say so, for fear I should be fac’d out of my way. But I would it were morning; for I would fain be about the ears of the English.