1:09:04
Proud of their numbers
and secure in soul,
1:09:07
the confident
and over-lusty French...
1:09:09
do the low-rated English
play at dice...
1:09:12
and chide the cripple,
tardy-gaited night...
1:09:16
who, like a foul and ugly witch,
doth limp so tediously away.
1:09:35
[Horse whinnies]
1:09:40
[Man] I have the best armor
in the world.
1:09:44
Would it were day.
1:09:46
[Man #2] you have an excellent armor,
but let my horse have his due.
1:09:51
It is the best horse of Europe.
1:09:56
Will it never be morning?
1:09:58
## [Flute]
[Chattering continues]
1:10:00
My lord of Orleans
and my lord High Constable,
1:10:03
you talk of horse and armor?
1:10:06
You are as well provided of both
as any prince in the world.
1:10:10
I will not change my horse...
1:10:12
for any that treads
but on four hooves.
1:10:16
When I bestride him,
I soar.
1:10:19
I am a hawk, and he is
pure air and fire!
1:10:25
The dull elements of earth
and water never appear in him,
1:10:28
but only impatient stillness
while his rider mounts him.
1:10:32
Indeed, my lord, it is a most
absolute and excellent horse.
1:10:39
[Chattering continues]
1:10:41
My lord constable,
the armor in your tent tonight...
1:10:44
Are those suns
or stars on it?
1:10:45
Stars, Montjoy.
1:10:49
Some of them will
fall tomorrow, I hope.
1:10:51
And yet my sky
shall not want.
1:10:58
Will it never be day?