SCENE II. The French camp.
[Enter the Dauphin, Orleans, Rambures, and others.]
ORLEANS.
The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords!
DAUPHIN.
Montez a cheval! My horse, varlet! lackey! ha!
ORLEANS.
O brave spirit!
DAUPHIN.
Via! les eaux et la terre.
ORLEANS.
Rien puis? L'air et le feu.
DAUPHIN.
Ciel, cousin Orleans.
[Enter Constable.]
Now, my Lord Constable!
CONSTABLE.
Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh!
DAUPHIN.
Mount them, and make incision in their hides,
That their hot blood may spin in English eyes,
And dout them with superfluous courage, ha!
RAMBURES.
What, will you have them weep our horses' blood?
How shall we, then, behold their natural tears?
[Enter a Messenger.]
MESSENGER.
The English are embattl'd, you French peers.
