Speeches (Lines) for Constable of France
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O peace, Prince Dauphin!
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And if he be not fought withal, my lord,
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Dieu de batailles! where have they this mettle?
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This becomes the great.
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Tut! I have the best armour of the world. Would it were day! |
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It is the best horse of Europe. |
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Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and excellent horse. |
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Nay, for methought yesterday your mistress shrewdly
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Mine was not bridled. |
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You have good judgment in horsemanship. |
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I had as lief have my mistress a jade. |
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I could make as true a boast as that, if I had a sow
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Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress, or any
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Stars, my lord. |
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And yet my sky shall not want. |
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Even as your horse bears your praises; who would
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I will not say so, for fear I should be faced out of
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You must first go yourself to hazard, ere you have them. |
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I think he will eat all he kills. |
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Swear by her foot, that she may tread out the oath. |
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Doing is activity; and he will still be doing. |
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Nor will do none to-morrow: he will keep that good name still. |
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I was told that by one that knows him better than
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Marry, he told me so himself; and he said he cared
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By my faith, sir, but it is; never any body saw it
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I will cap that proverb with 'There is flattery in friendship.' |
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Well placed: there stands your friend for the
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You have shot over. |
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Who hath measured the ground? |
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30 |
A valiant and most expert gentleman. Would it were
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If the English had any apprehension, they would run away. |
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Just, just; and the men do sympathize with the
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Then shall we find to-morrow they have only stomachs
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Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh! |
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To horse, you gallant princes! straight to horse!
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They have said their prayers, and they stay for death. |
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I stay but for my guidon: to the field!
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O diable! |
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Why, all our ranks are broke. |
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Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now!
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