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A halt under the trees at noon.
PRINCE HENRY. / Here let us pause a moment in the trembling / Shadow and sunshine of the roadside trees, / And, our tired horses in a group assembling, / Inhale long draughts of this delicious breeze. / Our fleeter steeds have distanced our attendants; / They lag behind us with a slower pace; / We will await them under the green pendants / Of the great willows in this shady place. / Ho, Barbarossa! how thy mottled haunches / Sweat with this canter over hill and glade! / Stand still, and let these overhanging branches / Fan thy hot sides and comfort thee with shade!