Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now!
Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.

Why, all our ranks are broke.

O diable!

I stay but for my guidon: to the field!
I will the banner from a trumpet take,
And use it for my haste. Come, come, away!
The sun is high, and we outwear the day.

They have said their prayers, and they stay for death.

To horse, you gallant princes! straight to horse!
Do but behold yon poor and starved band,
And your fair show shall suck away their souls,
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 ...

Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh!

Then shall we find to-morrow they have only stomachs
to eat and none to fight. Now is it time to arm:
come, shall we about it?

Just, just; and the men do sympathize with the
mastiffs in robustious and rough coming on, leaving
their wits with their wives: and then give them
great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will
eat like wolves and fight like devils.

If the English had any apprehension, they would run away.

A valiant and most expert gentleman. Would it were
day! Alas, poor Harry of England! he longs not for
the dawning as we do.

Who hath measured the ground?

You have shot over.

Well placed: there stands your friend for the
devil: have at the very eye of that proverb with 'A
pox of the devil.'

I will cap that proverb with 'There is flattery in friendship.'

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.

Marry, he told me so himself; and he said he cared
not who knew it

I was told that by one that knows him better than
you.

Nor will do none to-morrow: he will keep that good name still.

Doing is activity; and he will still be doing.

Swear by her foot, that she may tread out the oath.

I think he will eat all he kills.

You must first go yourself to hazard, ere you have them.

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.

Even as your horse bears your praises; who would
trot as well, were some of your brags dismounted.

And yet my sky shall not want.

Stars, my lord.

Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress, or any
such proverb so little kin to the purpose.

I could make as true a boast as that, if I had a sow
to my mistress.

I had as lief have my mistress a jade.

You have good judgment in horsemanship.

Mine was not bridled.

Nay, for methought yesterday your mistress shrewdly
shook your back.

Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and excellent horse.

It is the best horse of Europe.

Tut! I have the best armour of the world. Would it were day!

This becomes the great.
Sorry am I his numbers are so few,
His soldiers sick and famish'd in their march,
For I am sure, when he shall see our army,
He'll drop his heart into the sink of fear
And for achievement offer us his ransom.

Dieu de batailles! where have they this mettle?
Is not their climate foggy, raw and dull,
On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale,
Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden water,
A drench for sur-rein'd jades, their barley-broth,
Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?
And ...

And if he be not fought withal, my lord,
Let us not live in France; let us quit all
And give our vineyards to a barbarous people.

O peace, Prince Dauphin!
You are too much mistaken in this king:
Question your grace the late ambassadors,
With what great state he heard their embassy,
How well supplied with noble counsellors,
How modest in exception, and withal
How terrible in constant resolution,
And you shall find his vanities forespent ...