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CONSTABLE
Stars, my lord. [70]
DAUPHIN
Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope.
CONSTABLE
And yet my sky shall not want.
DAUPHIN
That may be, for you bear a many superfluously, and ’twere more honour
some were away.
CONSTABLE
E’ en as your horse bears your praises, who [75] would trot as well were
some of your brags dismounted.
DAUPHIN
Would I were able to load him with his desert! Will it never be day? I will trot
tomorrow a mile and my way shall be paved with English faces.
CONSTABLE
I will not say so for fear I should be faced [80] out of my way. But I would it
were morning, for I would fain be about the ears of the English.
RAMBURES
Who will go to hazard with me for twenty prisoners?
CONSTABLE
You must first go yourself to hazard, ere you [85] have them.
DAUPHIN
’Tis midnight; I’ll go arm myself.
Exit.
ORLEANS
The Dauphin longs for morning.
