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Con. Marry, he told me so himself; and he

said he cared not who knew it.

Orl. He needs not; it is no hidden virtue

in him.

Con. By my faith, sir, but it is; never any-

body saw it but his lackey: 'tis a hooded valour;

and when it appears, it will bate.

Orl. 'Ill will never said well.'

Con. I will cap that proverb with 'There is

flattery in friendship.'

Orl. And I will take up that with 'Give the

devil his due.'

Con. Well placed: there stands your friend

for the devil: have at the very eye of that

proverb, with 'A pox of the devil.'

Orl. You are the better at proverbs, by how

much 'A fool's bolt is soon shot.'

Con. You have shot over.

Orl. 'Tis not the first time you were overshot.

Mess. My lord high constable, the English lie

within fifteen hundred paces of your tents.

Con. Who hath measured the ground?

Mess. The Lord Grandpré.

Con. A valiant and most expert gentleman.

Would it were day! Alas! poor Harry of Eng-

land, he longs not for the dawning as we do.

Orl. What a wretched and peevish fellow is

this King of England, to mope with his fat-

brained followers so far out of his knowledge!

 126 'tis a hooded valour; cf. n.

139 overshot: beaten at shooting (with a pun on 'drunk')

147 peevish: foolish

149 out knowledge: beyond his depth 