ORLEANS

He needs not; it is no hidden virtue in him.

Constable

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.

ORLEANS

Ill will never said well.

Constable

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

ORLEANS

And I will take up that with 'Give the devil his due.'

Constable

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

ORLEANS

You are the better at proverbs, by how much 'A
fool's bolt is soon shot.'

Constable

You have shot over.

ORLEANS

'Tis not the first time you were overshot.

Enter a Messenger

Messenger

My lord high constable, the English lie within
fifteen hundred paces of your tents.

Constable

Who hath measured the ground?

Messenger

The Lord Grandpre.

Constable

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