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With the main 4 Henry sped,
Amongst his henchmen.15 Exeter16 had the
rear, A braver man not there ; Heavens! how hot they were
On the false Frenchmen!
They now to fight are gone :
To hear was wonder ;
Thunder to thunder.
Well it thine age became,
To our hid forces ;18
Struck the French horses.
14 main body of the army.
at the haunch of their master.
who fought in the battle. He was an old man, and gave the signal for the fight by throwing
his truncheon in the air, calling out, in Norman French, “Now strike," after which he dismounted, as the king and others
had done, and fought on foot. 18 The English were partly hidden'
behind a village, and in the standing corn. 22 while, during this time : while is
With Spanish yew so strong, 19
Piercing the weather ;20
Stuck close together.
When down their bows they threw,
Not one was tardy ;
Our men were hardy.
This while22 our noble King,
As to o'erwhelm it;
here a noun. 23 ding, to throw or dash violently.
19 This line shows the wood of which
the bows of that age were made. 20 weather, the air. 21 bilbows, swords, so called from
Bilboa, in Spain, famous for sword blades.
24 besprent, besprinkled.
And many a cruel dent
Bruisèd his helmet.
Gloucester, 25 that duke so good,
With his brave brother, Clarence,26 in steel so bright, Though but a maiden knight,97 Yet in that furious fight
Scarce such another.
Warwick28 in blood did wade,
Still as they ran up; Suffolk30 his axe did ply, Beaumont31 and Willoughby Bare them right doughtily_32
Ferrars and Fanhope.
Upon St. Crispin’s days
To England to carry.
25 Gloucester, brother to the king.
31 This and the remaining namos
are those of knights., 32 doughtily, bravely. . 33 Crispin's day, a French Saint's
day, see page 39.
29 The Earl of Oxford. He was killed.
80 The Earl of Suffolk.
O when shall Englishmen
Such a King Harry !
With this poem should be read Sbakspearo's Henry V., and a History of England.
Wiltiad SIAKSPEARE. Born, 1564; Died, 1616.
Born at Stratford-on-Avon, he left it in early manhood for Londonlived there as a player, play-writer, and part owner of the Theatreand finally returned, well-to-do, to Stratford, and there died. His amazing genius places him far above all other English poets-perhaps above all others of all time.
To be, or not to be: that is the question :
Tie. To die is to sleep-nothing more.' ? consummation, an end, a re
sult. He would fain be able to
say that, death being thus only a sleep, it would end all human troubles.
To sleep: perchance to dream ; ay, there's the rub;
respect, consideration. • life, that makes us bear calamity
8 bourn, limits.
80 long, without putting an end
to ourselves. s quietus, final discharge, or ac
quittance-death. 6 bare bodkin, a bare dagger. * fardels, burdens.
determination. 10 thought, reflection brings hesi.
tation. 11 from this cause. 12 end in mere desire, without being