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The Life of

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

Orl. He needs not; it is no hidden virtue
in him. 124

Con. 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.

Orl. 'Ill will never said well.' 128

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

Orl. And I will take up that with 'Give the
devil his due.' 132

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

Orl. You are the better at proverbs, by how
much 'A fool's bolt is soon shot.' 137

Con. You have shot over.

Orl. 'Tis not the first time you were overshot.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. My lord high constable, the English lie
within fifteen hundred paces of your tents. 141

Con. Who hath measured the ground?

Mess. The Lord Grandpré.

Con. A valiant and most expert gentleman.
Would it were day! Alas! poor Harry of Eng-
land, he longs not for the dawning as we do. 146

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

126 'tis a hooded valour; cf. n.
139 overshot: beaten at shooting (with a pun on 'drunk')
147 peevish: foolish
149 out . . . knowledge: beyond his depth