ORLEANS.
And I will take up that with “Give the devil his due.”
CONSTABLE.
Well plac’d. There stands your friend for the devil; have at the very eye of that proverb with “A pox of the devil.”
ORLEANS.
You are the better at proverbs, by how much “A fool’s bolt is soon shot.”
CONSTABLE.
You have shot over.
ORLEANS.
’Tis not the first time you were overshot.
Enter a Messenger.
MESSENGER.
My Lord High Constable, the English lie within fifteen hundred paces of your tents.
CONSTABLE.
Who hath measur’d the ground?
MESSENGER.
The Lord Grandpré.
CONSTABLE.
A valiant and most expert gentleman. Would it were day! Alas, poor Harry of England, he longs not for the dawning as we do.