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DAUPHIN:

. . . 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. . . .his neigh is like the bidding of a

monarch, and his countenance enforces homage.

—Henry V, Act III, Scene vii