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Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves,

And on to-morrow bid them march away.

Exeunt.

Con. Tut! I have the best armour of the

world. Would it were day!

Orl. You have an excellent armour; but let

my horse have his due.

Con. It is the best horse of Europe.

Orl. Will it never be morning?

Dau. My Lord of Orleans, and my lord high

constable, you talk of horse and armour—

Orl. You are as well provided of both as any

prince in the world.

Dau. What a long night is this! I will not

change my horse with any that treads but on

four pasterns. Ça, ha! He bounds from the

earth as if his entrails were hairs: le cheval

volant, the Pegasus, chez les narines de feu!

When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he

trots the air; the earth sings when he touches

it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical

than the pipe of Hermes.

Orl. He's of the colour of the nutmeg.

Dau. And of the heat of the ginger. It is a

beast for Perseus: he is pure air and fire; and

the dull elements of earth and water never

 14 as if hairs: i.e., as if he were a tennis ball; cf. n.

15 chez: i.e., with

19 pipe of Hermes; cf. n. 