Act3 Scene1

Dolphin: 'Tis Mid-night, Ile goe arme my selfe.

Orleance: The Dolphin longs for morning.

Ramburs: He longs to eate the English.

Constable: I thinke he will eate all he kills.

Orleance: He neuer did harme, that I heard of.

Constable: Nor will doe none to morrow: hee will keepe / that good name still.

Would / it were day? Alas poore Harry of England: hee longs / not for the Dawning, as wee doe.

Ramburs: That Iland of England breedes very valiant / Creatures; their Mastiffes are of vnmatchable courage.

Constable: Then shall we finde to morrow, they haue only / stomackes to eate, and none to fight. Now is it time to / arme: come, shall we about it?

Orleance: It is now two a Clock: but let me see, by ten Wee shall haue each a hundred English men.