Speeches (Lines) for Duke of Orleans
in "Henry V"

Total: 29

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1

III,7,1645

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

Duke of Orleans. You have an excellent armour; but let my horse have his due.


2

III,7,1647

Constable of France. It is the best horse of Europe.

Duke of Orleans. Will it never be morning?


3

III,7,1650

Lewis the Dauphin. My lord of Orleans, and my lord high constable, you
talk of horse and armour?

Duke of Orleans. You are as well provided of both as any prince in the world.


4

III,7,1659

Lewis the Dauphin. What a long night is this! I will not change my
horse with any that treads but on four pasterns.
Ca, ha! he bounds from the earth, as if his
entrails were hairs; le cheval volant, the Pegasus,
chez les narines de feu! When I bestride him, I
soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth
sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his
hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.

Duke of Orleans. He's of the colour of the nutmeg.


5

III,7,1669

Lewis the Dauphin. It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is like the
bidding of a monarch and his countenance enforces homage.

Duke of Orleans. No more, cousin.


6

III,7,1681

Lewis the Dauphin. Nay, the man hath no wit that cannot, from the
rising of the lark to the lodging of the lamb, vary
deserved praise on my palfrey: it is a theme as
fluent as the sea: turn the sands into eloquent
tongues, and my horse is argument for them all:
'tis a subject for a sovereign to reason on, and for
a sovereign's sovereign to ride on; and for the
world, familiar to us and unknown to lay apart
their particular functions and wonder at him. I
once writ a sonnet in his praise and began thus:
'Wonder of nature,'—

Duke of Orleans. I have heard a sonnet begin so to one's mistress.


7

III,7,1684

Lewis the Dauphin. Then did they imitate that which I composed to my
courser, for my horse is my mistress.

Duke of Orleans. Your mistress bears well.


8

III,7,1725

(stage directions). [Exit]

Duke of Orleans. The Dauphin longs for morning.


9

III,7,1728

Constable of France. I think he will eat all he kills.

Duke of Orleans. By the white hand of my lady, he's a gallant prince.


10

III,7,1730

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

Duke of Orleans. He is simply the most active gentleman of France.


11

III,7,1732

Constable of France. Doing is activity; and he will still be doing.

Duke of Orleans. He never did harm, that I heard of.


12

III,7,1734

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

Duke of Orleans. I know him to be valiant.


13

III,7,1737

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

Duke of Orleans. What's he?


14

III,7,1740

Constable of France. Marry, he told me so himself; and he said he cared
not who knew it

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


15

III,7,1744

Constable of France. 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.

Duke of Orleans. Ill will never said well.


16

III,7,1746

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

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


17

III,7,1750

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

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


18

III,7,1753

Constable of France. You have shot over.

Duke of Orleans. 'Tis not the first time you were overshot.


19

III,7,1762

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

Duke of Orleans. What a wretched and peevish fellow is this king of
England, to mope with his fat-brained followers so
far out of his knowledge!


20

III,7,1766

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

Duke of Orleans. That they lack; for if their heads had any
intellectual armour, they could never wear such heavy
head-pieces.


21

III,7,1771

Rambures. That island of England breeds very valiant
creatures; their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage.

Duke of Orleans. Foolish curs, that run winking into the mouth of a
Russian bear and have their heads crushed like
rotten apples! You may as well say, that's a
valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.


22

III,7,1780

Constable of France. 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.

Duke of Orleans. Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of beef.


23

III,7,1784

Constable of France. 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?

Duke of Orleans. It is now two o'clock: but, let me see, by ten
We shall have each a hundred Englishmen.


24

IV,2,2163

(stage directions). [Enter the DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, RAMBURES, and others]

Duke of Orleans. The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords!


25

IV,2,2165

Lewis the Dauphin. Montez A cheval! My horse! varlet! laquais! ha!

Duke of Orleans. O brave spirit!


26

IV,2,2167

Lewis the Dauphin. Via! les eaux et la terre.

Duke of Orleans. Rien puis? L'air et la feu.


27

IV,5,2451

Constable of France. O diable!

Duke of Orleans. O seigneur! le jour est perdu, tout est perdu!


28

IV,5,2460

Lewis the Dauphin. O perdurable shame! let's stab ourselves.
Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for?

Duke of Orleans. Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?


29

IV,5,2470

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

Duke of Orleans. We are enow yet living in the field
To smother up the English in our throngs,
If any order might be thought upon.


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