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Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument :
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call’d fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot :
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George.'

Act 3, Sc. 1.

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Will. That's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun, that a poor and private displeasure can do against a monarch ! you may as well go about to turn the sun to ice with fanning in his face with a peacock's feather.—Act 4, Sc. I.


O hard condition,
Twin-born with greatness, subject to the breath
Of every fool, whose sense no more can feel,
But his own wringing ! What infinite heart's-ease
Must kings neglect, that private men enjoy!

Act 4, Sc. I.

King. There is some soul of goodness in things evil,

Would men observingly distil it out. — Act 4, Sc. I.

K. Hen. O God of battle! steel my soldiers' hearts ;

Possess them not with fear; take from them now
The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers
Pluck their hearts from them.-Act 4, Sc. I.




K. Hen. If we are mark'd to die, we are enow

To do our country loss ; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.

Act 4, Sc. 3. K. Hen. This day is call’d the feast of Crispian :

He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian,
He that outlives this day, and sees old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends,
And say, 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian : '
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say, 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages,
What feats he did that day : then shall our names,
Familiar in their mouths as household words,
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son ;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered :
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition :
And gentlemen in England now a-bed,
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

Act 4, Sc. 3. Gow. I think Alexander the Great was born in Macedon : his father was called Philip of Macedon, as I take it.

Flu. I think it is in Macedon where Alexander is porn. I tell you, captain, if you look in the maps of the 'orld, I warrant you sall find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations, look you, is both alike. There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at. Monmouth : it is called Wye at Monmouth; but it is out of my prains what is the name of the other river ; but 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both.-Act 4, Sc. 7.

King. If he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the best king of goodfellows.-Act 5, Sc. 2.


Jean la Pucelle. Glory is like a circle in the water,

Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.

Act I, Sc. 2.


Unbidden guests
Are often welcomest when they are gone. -Act 2, Sc. 2.

King. Civil dissension is a viperous worm,
That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.

Act 3, Sc. I.

Talbot. When first this order was ordain'd, my lords,

Knights of the garter were of noble birth,
Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage,
Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress,
But always resolute in most extremes.

He then that is not furnish'd in this sort
Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,
Profaning this most honourable order,
And should, if I were worthy to be judge,
Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain
That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.

Act 4, Sc. I.
Suffolk. She's beautiful; and therefore to be woo'd :
She is a woman; and therefore to be won.*

Act 5, Sc. 3.



Gloucester. Brave peers of England, pillars of the state.

Act I, Sc. I.

York. Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage,

And purchase friends and give to courtezans,
Still revelling like lords till all be gone ;
While as the silly owner of the goods
Weeps over them and wrings his hapless hands
And shakes his head and trembling stands aloof,
While all is shared and all is borne away,
Ready to starve and dare not touch his own.

Act I, Sc. I.

K. Hen. God defend the right. +-Act 2, Sc. 3.

Queen. Small curs are not regarded when they grin ;
But great men tremble when the lion roars.

Act 3, Sc. I.

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* Compare this with Quotation from “ Titus Andronicus,” Act


Sc. i. + This expression is also to be found in “Love's Labour's Lost,” Act 1,

“Richard II.," Act 1, Sc. 3; Act 3, Sc. 2; “Merry Wives of Windsor,” Act 3, Sc. 1; “King John,” Act 2, Sc. 1.


Sc. I;

Suf. Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.

Act 3, Sc. I.

War. Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh

And sees fast by a butcher with an axe,
But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter?
Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest,
But may imagine how the bird was dead,
Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak ?
Even so suspicious is this tragedy.—Act 3, Sc. 2.

King. What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted !

Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

Act 3, Sc. 2.

Suf. A plague upon them! wherefore should I curse them?

Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan,
I would invent as bitter-searching terms,
As curst, as harsh and horrible to hear,
Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth,
With full as many signs of deadly hate,
As lean-fac'd Envy in her loathsome cave :
My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words;
Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint;
Mine hair be fix'd on end, as one distract;
Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban :
And even now my burden'd heart would break,
Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink!
Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste !
Their sweetest shade a grove of cypress trees!
Their chiefest prospect murdering basilisks !
Their softest touch as smart as lizards' stings !
Their music frightful as the serpent's hiss,
And boding screech-owls make the concert full !
All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell. — Act 3, Sc. 2.

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