• Enter the CONSTABLE of France, the Lord RAMBURES, ORLÉANS, DAUPHIN, with others

    CONSTABLE

    Tut, I have the best armor of the world. Would it were day!

    ORLÉANS

    You have an excellent armor, but let my horse have his due.

    CONSTABLE

    It is the best horse of Europe.

    ORLÉANS

    Will it never be morning?

    DAUPHIN

    5My lord of Orléans, and my Lord High Constable, you talk of horse and armor?

    ORLÉANS

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

    DAUPHIN

    What a long night is this! I will not change my horse with any that treads but on four pasterns. Çà ha! He bounds from the earth, as if his entrails were hairs, le cheval volant, the Pegasus, qui a 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.

    ORLÉANS

    15He’s of the color of the nutmeg.

    DAUPHIN

    And of the heat of the ginger. It is a beast for Perseus. He is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him. He is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.
  • The CONSTABLE of France, Lord RAMBURES, ORLÉANS, and the DAUPHIN enter, with others.

    CONSTABLE

    Nonsense. I have the best armor in the world. I wish it were day!

    ORLÉANS

    You have wonderful armor, but give my horse his due.

    CONSTABLE

    It is the best horse in Europe.

    ORLÉANS

    Will it never be morning?

    DAUPHIN

    My lord of Orléans, and my lord high Constable, are you talking about horses and armor?

    ORLÉANS

    You are as well provided in both respects as any prince in the world.

    DAUPHIN

    What a long night this is! I will not trade my horse for any that walks on four legs. He leaps from the ground as if his insides were light as hairs. He’s a flying horse, a Pegasus, breathing fire out of his nostrils. When I sit astride him, I soar, I am a hawk. He trots on air. The earth sings when he touches it. The lowest part of his hoof is more musical than Pan’s pipe.

    ORLÉANS

    He’s the color of nutmeg.

    DAUPHIN

    And hot as ginger. He is an animal worthy of Perseus. He is pure air and fire. The duller elements of earth and water have no part in him, except in the moment of patient stillness when his rider mounts him. He is indeed worthy of the name “horse,” and you can call all the rest beasts.