Henry V
Act III, Scene 1
France. Before Harfleur.
Byam Shaw, 1901
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Enter the King, Exeter, Bedford, and Gloucester. Alarum.
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Enter Soldiers with scaling-ladders at Harfleur.
King Henry the Fifth
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Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
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Or close the wall up with our English dead.
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In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
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As modest stillness and humility;
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But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
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Then imitate the action of the tiger;
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Stiffen the sinews, conjure up the blood,
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Disguise fair nature with hard-favor’d rage;
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Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
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Let it pry through the portage of the head
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Like the brass cannon; let the brow o’erwhelm it
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As fearfully as doth a galled rock
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O’erhang and jutty his confounded base,
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Swill’d with the wild and wasteful ocean.
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Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
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Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit
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To his full height. On, on, you noblest English,
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Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
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Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
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Have in these parts from morn till even fought,
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And sheath’d their swords for lack of argument.
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Dishonor not your mothers; now attest
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That those whom you call’d fathers did beget you.
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Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
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And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen,
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Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
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The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
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That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not;
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For there is none of you so mean and base
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That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
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I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
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Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot!
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Follow your spirit; and upon this charge
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Cry, “God for Harry, England, and Saint George!”
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Exeunt. Alarum, and chambers go off.