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Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616

"Shakespeare's First Folio"

Hee needes not, it is no hidden vertue in
him
Const. By my faith Sir, but it is: neuer any body saw
it, but his Lacquey: 'tis a hooded valour, and when it
appeares, it will bate
Orleance. Ill will neuer sayd well
Const. I will cap that Prouerbe with, There is flatterie
in friendship
Orleance. And I will take vp that with, Giue the Deuill
his due
Const. Well plac't: there stands your friend for the
Deuill: haue at the very eye of that Prouerbe with, A
Pox of the Deuill
Orleance. You are the better at Prouerbs, by how much
a Fooles Bolt is soone shot
Const. You haue shot ouer
Orleance. 'Tis not the first time you were ouer-shot.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My Lord high Constable, the English lye within
fifteene hundred paces of your Tents
Const. Who hath measur'd the ground?
Mess. The Lord Grandpree
Const. A valiant and most expert Gentleman. Would
it were day? Alas poore Harry of England: hee longs
not for the Dawning, as wee doe
Orleance. What a wretched and peeuish fellow is this
King of England, to mope with his fat-brain'd followers
so farre out of his knowledge
Const. If the English had any apprehension, they
would runne away
Orleance. That they lack: for if their heads had any intellectuall
Armour, they could neuer weare such heauie
Head-pieces
Ramb. That Iland of England breedes very valiant
Creatures; their Mastiffes are of vnmatchable courage
Orleance.


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