theme as fluent as the sea: turn the sands into eloquent tongues, and my horse is argument for them all: 'tis a subject for a sovereign to reason on, and for a sovereign's sovereign to ride on; and for the world, familiar to us and unknown to lay apart their particular functions and wonder at him. I once writ a sonnet in his praise and began thus: 'Wonder of nature,'-- I have heard a sonnet begin so to one's mistress. Then did they imitate that which I composed to my courser, for my horse is my mistress. Your mistress bears well. Me well; which is the prescript praise and perfection of a good and particular mistress. Nay, for methought yesterday your mistress shrewdly shook your back. So perhaps did yours. Mine was not bridled. O then belike she was old and gentle; and you rode, like a kern of Ireland, your French hose off, and in your straight strossers. You have good judgment in horsemanship. Be warned by me, then: they that ride so and ride not warily, fall into foul bogs. I had rather have my horse to my mistress. I had as lief have my mistress a jade. I tell thee, constable, my mistress wears his own hair. I could make as true a boast as that, if I had a sow to my mistress. 'Le chien est retourne a son propre vomissement, et la truie lavee au bourbier;' thou makest use of any thing. Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress, or any such proverb so little kin to the purpose. My lord constable, the armour that I saw in your tent to-night, are those stars or suns upon it? Stars, my lord. Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope. And yet my sky shall not want. That may be, for you bear a many superfluously, and 'twere more honour some were away. Even as your horse bears your praises; who would trot as well, were some of your brags dismounted. Would I were able to load him with his desert! Will it never be day? I will trot to-morrow a mile, and my way shall be paved with English faces. I will not say so, for fear I should be faced out of my way: but I would it were morning; for I would fain be about the ears of the English. Who will go to hazard with me for twenty prisoners? You must first go yourself to hazard, ere you have them. 'Tis midnight; I'll go arm myself. The Dauphin longs for morning. He longs to