Hark! hark! the Dauphin’s drum, a warning bell,
40 Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul;
[♦] And mine shall ring thy dire departure out. [Exeunt General, &c.
Tal. He fables not; I hear the enemy:
Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings.
O, negligent and heedless discipline!
45 How are we park’d and bounded in a pale,
A little herd of England’s timorous deer,
Mazed with a yelping kennel of French curs!
If we be English deer, be then in blood;