Con. Even as your horse bears your praises; who would
trot as well, were some of your brags dismounted.
Dau. Would I were able to load him with his desert!
Will it never be day? I will trot to-morrow a mile, and75
my way shall be paved with English faces.
Con. I will not say so, for fear I should be faced out
of my way: but I would it were morning; for I would
fain be about the ears of the English.
Ram. Who will go to hazard with me for twenty[5018]80
prisoners?[5019]
Con. You must first go yourself to hazard, ere you
have them.
Dau. 'Tis midnight; I'll go arm myself. [Exit.
Orl. The Dauphin longs for morning.[5020]85
Ram. He longs to eat the English.
Con. I think he will eat all he kills.
Orl. By the white hand of my lady, he's a gallant prince.