Page 1690 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

O brave spirit!

DAUPHIN
Via! les eaux et la terre!

ORLEANS
Rien puis? l’air et le feu?

DAUPHIN
Ciel! cousin Orleans.
Enter Constable.
Now, my Lord Constable! [5]

CONSTABLE
Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh!

DAUPHIN
Mount them, and make incision in their hides,
That their hot blood may spin in English eyes,
And dout them with superfluous courage, ha!

RAMBURES
What will you have them weep our horses’ blood? [10]

How shall we then behold their natural tears?

Enter Messenger.

MESSENGER
The English are embattail’d, you French peers.

CONSTABLE
To horse, you gallant princes! straight to horse!
Do but behold yon poor and starvèd band,

And your fair show shall suck away their souls, [15]
Leaving them but the shales and husks of men.
There is not work enough for all our hands,
Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins