1. Oh, for a muse of fire...
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2. that would ascend
the brightest heaven
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3. of invention.
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4. A kingdom for a stage,
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5. princes to act,
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6. and monarchs to behold
the swelling scene.
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7. Then should the warlike Harry,
like himself,
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8. assume the port of Mars,
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9. and at his heels,
leashed in like hounds,
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10. the famine, sword, and fire
crouch for employment.
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11. But pardon, gentles all,
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12. the flat, unraised spirits
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13. that have dared
on this unworthy scaffold
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14. to bring forth
so great an object.
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15. Can this cockpit hold
the vasty fields of France?
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16. Or may we cram
within this wooden O
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17. the very casques that did affright
the air at Agincourt?
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18. Oh, pardon.
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19. Let us,
ciphers to this great account,
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20. on your imaginary forces work.
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21. For 'tis your thoughts
that now must deck our kings,
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22. carry them here or there,
jumping o'er times,
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23. turning the accomplishment
of many years into an hourglass.
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24. For the which supply,
admit me,
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25. chorus,
to this history,
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26. who,
prologue-like,
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27. your humble patience pray
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28. gently to hear,
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29. kindly to judge...
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30. our play!
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31. My lord, I'll tell you.
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32. That self bill is urged,
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33. which in the 11th year
of the last king's reign
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34. was like to have
passed against us.
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35. But how, my lord,
shall we resist it now?
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36. It must be thought on.
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37. If it pass against us, we lose
the better half of our possession.
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38. But what prevention?
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39. The king is full of grace
and fair regard.
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40. And a true lover
of the Holy Church.
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41. The courses of his youth
promised it not.
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42. Since his addiction
was to courses vain,
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43. his hours filled up with riots,
banquets, sports,
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44. and never noted in him
any study.
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45. But my good lord,
how now for the mitigation
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46. of this bill
urged by the commons?
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47. Doth His Majesty
incline to it or no?
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48. He seems... indifferent.
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49. Or rather swaying more
upon our part,
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50. for I have made an offer
to His Majesty
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51. as touching France.
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52. Where is my gracious
Lord of Canterbury?
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53. God and His angels
guard your sacred throne
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54. and make you long become it.
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55. Sure, we thank you.
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56. My learned lord,
we pray you to proceed
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57. and justly and religiously unfold
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58. why the Law Salic
that they have in France,
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59. or should or should not
bar us in our claim.
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60. And, pray, take heed
how you impawn our person,
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61. how you awake
our sleeping sword of war.
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62. We charge you,
in the name of God, take heed.
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63. For never two such kingdoms
did contend without much fall of blood.
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64. Then hear me,
gracious sovereign.
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65. There is no bar to make against
your highness' claim to France
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66. but this, which they produce
from Pharamond.
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67. "No woman shall succeed
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68. in Salic land."
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69. Which Salic land
the French unjustly gloze
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70. to be the realm of France.
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71. Yet their own authors
faithfully affirm
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72. that the land Salic lies in Germany
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73. between the floods
of Sala and of Elbe.
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74. Then doth it well appear
this Salic law was not devised
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75. for the realm of France,
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76. nor did the French
possess the Salic land
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77. until 421 years after defunction
of King Pharamond,
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78. idly supposed
the founder of this law.
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79. King Pepin,
which deposed Childeric
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80. did, as heir general,
being descended of Blithilde,
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81. which was the daughter
to King Clothar,
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82. make claim and title
to the crown of France.
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83. Hugh Capet also,
who usurped the crown
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84. of Charles,
the Duke of Lorraine,
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85. sole heir male of the true line
and stock of Charles the Great,
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86. could not keep quiet in his conscience
wearing the crown of France
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87. till satisfied that fair Queen Isabelle,
his grandmother,
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88. was lineal of the Lady Ermengarde,
daughter to Charles,
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89. the aforesaid Duke of Lorraine,
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90. by which marriage
the line of Charles the Great
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91. was reunited
to the crown of France.
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92. So that, as clear
as is the summer sun...
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93. all appear to hold
in right and title of the female.
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94. So do the kings of France
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95. unto this day.
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96. Howbeit they would hold up
this Salic law
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97. to bar your highness
claiming from the female?
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98. May I,
with right and conscience,
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99. make this claim?
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100. The sin upon my head,
dread sovereign.
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101. Stand for your own.
Unwind your bloody flag.
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102. Your brother kings
and monarchs of the Earth
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103. do all expect that
you should rouse yourself,
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104. as did the former lions
of your blood.
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105. Never King of England
had nobles richer
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106. and more loyal subjects
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107. whose hearts have left their bodies
here in England
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108. and lie pavilioned
in the fields of France.
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109. Oh, let their bodies follow,
my dear liege,
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110. with blood and sword and fire
to win your right.
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111. In aid whereof
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112. we of the spirituality
will raise Your Highness
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113. such a mighty sum
as never did the clergy
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114. at one time bring in
to any of your ancestors.
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115. Call in the messengers
sent from the dauphin.
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116. Now are we well resolved,
and by God's help and yours,
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117. the noble sinews
of our power,
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118. France being ours,
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119. we'll bend it to our awe...
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120. or break it all to pieces.
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121. Now are we well prepared
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122. to know the pleasure
of our fair cousin dauphin.
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123. Your Highness,
lately sending into France,
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124. did claim some
certain dukedoms
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125. in the right of your great predecessor,
King Edward III.
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126. In answer of which claim
the prince, my master,
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127. says that you savor
too much of your youth.
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128. He therefore sends you
meeter for your spirit,
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129. this tun of treasure.
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130. And in lieu of this,
desires you let
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131. those dukedoms that you claim
hear no more of you.
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132. This the dauphin speaks.
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133. What treasure, Uncle?
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134. Tennis balls, my liege.
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135. We are glad the dauphin
is so pleasant with us.
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136. His present
and your pains
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137. we thank you for.
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138. When we have matched
our rackets to these balls,
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139. we will in France,
by God's grace,
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140. play a set shall strike his father's
crown into the hazard.
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141. And we understand him well,
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142. how he comes o'er us
with our wilder days,
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143. not measuring what use
we made of them.
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144. But tell the dauphin
I will keep my state,
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145. be like a king,
and show my sail of greatness
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146. when I do rouse me
in my throne of France.
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147. And tell the pleasent prince
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148. this mock of his
hath turned his balls to gunstones,
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149. and his soul
shall stand sore charged
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150. for the wasteful vengeance
that shall fly with them.
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151. For many a thousand widows
shall this his mock,
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152. mock out of their dear husbands,
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153. mock mothers from their sons,
mock castles down,
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154. and some are yet
ungotten and unborn
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155. that shall have cause
to curse the dauphin's scorn.
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156. So get you hence in peace
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157. and tell the dauphin
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158. his jest will savor but of shallow wit
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159. when thousands weep
more than did laugh at it.
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160. Convey them with safe conduct.
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161. Fare you well.
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162. This was a merry message.
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163. We hope to make
the sender blush at it.
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164. Therefore,
my lords,
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165. omit no happy hour that may
give furtherance to our expedition.
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166. For we have now
no thought in us but France,
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167. save those to God,
that run before our business.
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168. Therefore, let every man
now task his thought
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169. that this fair action
may on foot be brought.
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170. Now all the youth of England are on fire
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171. and silken dalliance
in the wardrobe lies.
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172. For now sits expectation
in the air
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173. and hides a sword,
from hilts unto the point,
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174. with crowns imperial,
crowns and coronets
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175. promised to Harry
and his followers.
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176. Well met, Corporal Nym.
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177. Good morrow,
Lieutenant Bardolph.
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178. What, are you
and Ancient Pistol friends yet?
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179. For my part, I care not.
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180. I say little,
but when time shall serve,
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181. there shall be smiles.
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182. But that shall be as it may.
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183. Come, I will bestow a breakfast
to make you friends
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184. and we'll be all three
sworn brothers to France.
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185. - Let it be so, good Corporal Nym.
- I will do as I may.
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186. It is certain, Corporal,
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187. that Ancient Pistol
is married to Nell Quickly.
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188. For certainly she did you wrong,
for you were betrothed to her.
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189. How now, mine host Pistol?
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190. Base tike!
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191. Callest thou me host?
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192. Now by this hand
I swear I scorn the term!
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193. Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers!
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194. No, by my troth, not long.
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195. For we can't lodge or board
a dozen or 14 gentlewomen
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196. who live honestly by
the prick of their needles,
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197. but it shall be thought we keep
a bawdy house straight.
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198. - Pish!
- Pish for thee, Iceland dog!
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199. Good Corporal Nym,
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200. show thy valor
and put up thy sword.
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201. - Will you shog off?
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202. Pistol, I will prick your guts
a little in good terms, as I may.
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203. - That's the humor of it.
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204. - Braggart vile!
- Ah ah ah, hear me when I say
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205. he that strikes the first stroke,
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206. I'll run him up to the hilts,
as I'm a soldier.
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207. An oath of mickle might
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208. and fury shall abate.
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209. - Boy: My host, Pistol!
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210. You must come to my master,
and you, hostess!
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211. He's very sick and would to bed.
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212. Good Bardolph,
put thy face between his sheets
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213. and do the office
of a warming pan.
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214. - Away, you rogue.
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215. Faith, he's very ill.
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216. By my troth...
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217. the king has killed his heart.
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218. Good husband,
come home presently.
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219. Come, shall I
make you two friends?
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220. We must to France together.
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221. Why the devil should we keep knives
to cut one another's throats?
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222. You'll pay me the eight shillings
I won of you at betting.
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223. Base is the slave that pays.
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224. Ah ah ah. By this sword,
he that makes the first thrust,
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225. I'll kill him.
By this sword, I will.
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226. If ever you come of women,
come in quickly to Sir John.
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227. He is so shaked
with a burning quotidian fever
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228. that it is most
lamentable to behold.
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229. Sweet men, come to him.
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230. Poor Sir John.
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231. A good portly man of faith.
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232. Man's voice:
Aye, to a cheerful look, a pleasing eye,
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233. and a most noble carriage.
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234. But do I not dwindle?
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235. My skin hangs about me
like an old lady's loose gown.
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236. Company, villainous company
have been the spoil of me.
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237. - Whoo!
- Man: Hey, hey!
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238. I was as virtuous
as a gentlemen need to be.
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239. - Virtuous enough.
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240. - Swore a little.
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241. Ahem, diced not
above seven days a week.
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242. Went to a bawdy house
not above once in the quarter.
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243. - Oh!
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245. three or four times.
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247. What?
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Sir John,
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out of all compass.
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250. Do thou amend thy face
and I'll amend my life.
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251. Hell! Oh!
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252. If sack and sugar be a fault,
then God help the wicked.
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253. Mm, if to be old and merry is a sin,
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254. if to be fat is to be hated...
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255. then, no, my good lord,
when thou art king,
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256. banish Pistol, banish Bardolph,
banish Nym.
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257. But sweet Jack Falstaff—
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259. and therefore more valiant
being as he is,
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260. old Jack Falstaff—
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261. banish not him
thy Harry's company.
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262. Banish plump Jack
and banish all the world.
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263. Harry's voice:
I do. I will.
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264. But we have heard
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265. the chimes at midnight,
Master Harry.
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266. Jesus.
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267. Days that we have seen.
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268. Harry's voice:
I know thee not, old man.
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269. The king hath run bad humors
on the knight.
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270. Nym, thou has spoke the right.
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271. His heart is fracted
and corroborate.
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272. The king's a good king...
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273. but it must be as it may.
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274. He passes some
humors and careers.
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275. Let us condole the knight
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276. for, lambkins,
we will live.
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277. The French,
advised by good intelligence
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278. of this most dreadful preparation,
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279. shake in their fear
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280. and with pale policy
seek to divert the English purposes.
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281. Oh, England, model
to thy inward greatness.
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282. Like a little body
with a mighty heart.
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283. What mightst thou do
that honor would thee do
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284. were all they children
kind and natural?
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285. But, see, thy fault France
hath in thee found out.
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286. A nest of hollow bosoms
which he fills with treacherous crowns
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287. and three corrupted men.
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288. One, Richard,
Earl of Cambridge,
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Henry Lord Scroop of Masham,
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290. and the third, Sir Thomas Grey,
Knight of Northumberland,
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291. have for the gilt of France,
oh, guilt indeed,
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292. confirmed conspiracy
with fearful France,
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293. and by their hands
this grace of kings must die
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294. ere he take ship for France.
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295. The traitors are agreed.
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296. The king is set from London
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297. and the scene is now transported,
gentles, to Southampton.
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298. Before God, his grace is bold
to trust these traitors.
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299. They shall be apprehended
by and by.
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300. How smooth and even
they do bear themselves,
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301. as if allegiance in their bosoms sat
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302. crowned with faith
and constant loyalty.
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303. The king hath note of all they intend
by interception,
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304. which they dream not of.
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305. Nay, but the man
that was his bedfellow,
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306. whom he hath dulled
and cloyed with gracious favors,
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307. that he should,
for a foreign purse,
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308. so sell his sovereign's life
to death and treachery.
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309. Now sits the wind fair
and we will aboard.
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310. My Lord of Cambridge
and my kind Lord of Masham,
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311. and you, my gentle knight,
give me your thoughts.
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312. Think you not that the powers
we bear with us
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through the force of France?
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314. No doubt, my liege,
if each man do his best.
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316. Never was monarch better
feared and loved than is Your Majesty.
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317. True.
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318. We therefore have
great cause of thankfulness.
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319. Uncle of Exeter, enlarge the man
committed yesterday
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320. that railed against our person.
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321. We consider it was
excess of wine
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322. - that set him on...
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323. and on his more advice,
we pardon him.
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324. That's mercy,
but too much security.
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325. Let him be punished, Sovereign,
lest example breed
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326. by his sufferance
more of such a kind.
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327. Oh, let us yet be merciful.
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328. So may Your Highness,
and yet punish, too.
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329. Sir, you show great mercy
if you give him life
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330. after the taste
of much correction.
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331. Alas, your too much love
and care of me
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'gainst this poor wretch.
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333. If little faults proceeding on distemper
shall not be winked at,
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335. when capital crimes,
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336. chewed, swallowed, and digested,
appear before us?
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337. We'll yet enlarge that man,
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338. though Cambridge,
Scroop, and Grey,
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339. in their dear care
and tender preservation of our person,
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340. would have him punished.
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341. And now to our French causes.
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342. Who are
the late commissioners?
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343. I one, my lord.
Your Highness bade me ask for it today.
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344. - So did you me, my liege.
- And I, my royal sovereign.
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345. Then, Richard, Earl of Cambridge,
there is yours.
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346. There yours,
Lord Scroop of Masham,
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347. and Sir Knight, Grey of Northumberland,
this same is yours.
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348. Read them and know...
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349. I know your worthiness.
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350. My Lord of Westmoreland,
Uncle Exeter, we will aboard tonight.
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351. Why, how now,
gentlemen.
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352. What see you in those papers
that you lose so much complexion?
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to Your Highness' mercy.
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355. To which we all appeal.
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356. The mercy
that was quick in us of late
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is suppressed and killed.
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358. You must not dare for shame
to talk of mercy!
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359. For your own reasons
turn into your bosoms
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360. as dogs upon their masters
worrying you.
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361. See you, my princes
and my noble peers,
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362. these English monsters.
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363. What shall I say to thee,
Lord Scroop,
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364. thou cruel, ingrateful,
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365. savage,
and inhuman creature?
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366. Thou knave, thou!
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367. Thou that didst bear
the key of all my counsels,
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368. that knewest
the very bottom of my soul,
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have coined me into gold,
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370. wouldst thou have
practiced on me for thy use.
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371. May it be possible
that foreign hire
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372. could out of thee
extract one spark of evil
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374. 'Tis so strange that though
the truth of it
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as black and white,
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376. my eye will scarcely see it.
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377. So constant
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378. and unspotted
didst thou seem...
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379. that this thy fall
hath left a kind of blot
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380. to mark the full-fraught man
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381. and best indued
with some suspicion.
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382. I will weep for thee.
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383. For this revolt of thine,
methinks,
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384. is like another fall of man.
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385. I arrest thee of high treason
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386. by the name of Richard,
Earl of Cambridge.
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387. I arrest thee of high treason
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388. by the name of Thomas Grey,
Knight of Northumberland.
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389. I arrest thee of high treason
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390. by the name of Henry,
Lord Scroop of Masham.
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391. Hear your sentence.
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392. You have conspired
against our royal person,
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393. joined with an enemy proclaimed,
and from his coffers
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394. received the golden earnest
of our death wherein.
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395. You would have sold
your king to slaughter,
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to servitude,
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to oppression and contempt,
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398. and his whole kingdom
into desolation!
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399. Get you therefore hence,
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400. poor miserable wretches,
to your death,
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401. the taste whereof God
of his mercy
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of all your dear offenses.
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405. Now, lords, for France,
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406. the enterprise whereof
shall be to you, as us, like glorious,
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407. since God so graciously
hath brought to light
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lurking in our way.
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409. Cheerly to sea.
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410. The signs of war advance.
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411. No king of England
if not king of France.
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412. Prithee, honey-sweet husband,
let me bring thee to Staines.
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413. No, for my manly heart
doth yearn.
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414. Bardolph, be blithe.
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415. Nym, rouse
thy vaunting veins.
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416. Boy, bristle thy courage up.
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417. For Falstaff is dead
and we must yearn therefore.
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wheresome'er he is,
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419. - either in heaven or in hell.
- Nay, sure, he's not in hell.
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420. He's in Arthur's bosom,
if ever a man went to Arthur's bosom.
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421. He made a finer end and went away
than it had been any Christian child.
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422. He parted even just
between 12:00 and 1:00...
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423. even at the turning of the tide.
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424. For after I saw him
fumble with the sheets
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425. and play with flowers
and smile upon his fingers' ends...
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426. I knew there was but one way.
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427. For his nose
was as sharp as a pen...
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428. and he babbled of green fields.
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429. "How now, Sir John,"
quoth I.
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430. "What, man?
Be of good cheer."
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431. So he cried out,
"God, God...
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432. God,"
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434. Now I, to comfort him,
bid him he should not think of God.
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435. I hoped there was no need
to trouble himself
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436. with any such thoughts yet.
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437. He bade me
put more clothes on his feet.
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438. I put my hand into the bed
and felt them...
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439. and they were
as cold as any stone.
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440. Then I felt to his knees...
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441. and so upward and upward...
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442. and all was...
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443. as cold as any stone.
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444. They say he cried out for sack.
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445. That he did.
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446. - And of women.
- No, that he did not.
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447. Yeah, that he did.
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448. He said
they were devils incarnate.
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449. He could never abide carnation.
It was a color he never liked.
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450. He said once the devil
would have him about women.
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451. Well, he did,
in some sort...
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452. handle women.
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453. But then he was rheumatic
and talked of the whore of Babylon.
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454. Do you not remember he saw a flea
stick upon Bardolph's nose?
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455. He said it was a black soul
burning in hell.
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456. - Well, the fuel is gone
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457. that maintained that fire.
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458. That's all the riches I got
in his service.
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459. Shall we shog?
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460. The king will be gone
from Southampton.
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461. Farewell, hostess.
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462. I cannot kiss.
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463. That's the humor of it.
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464. But...
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465. adieu.
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466. Let housewifery appear.
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467. Keep close.
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468. I thee command.
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469. Farewell.
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470. Adieu.
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471. Follow, follow.
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472. For who is he whose chin is but enriched
with one appearing hair
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473. that will not follow
these culled and choice-drawn cavaliers
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474. to France?
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475. Thus comes the English
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476. with full power upon us.
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477. And more than carefully
it us concerns
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478. to answer royally
in our defenses.
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479. Therefore,
the Dukes of Berri
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480. and of Bretagne,
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481. of Brabant and of Orleans
shall make forth.
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482. And you, Prince Dauphin—
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483. My most redoubted father,
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484. it is most meet we arm us
'gainst the foe.
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485. For peace itself
should not so dull a kingdom
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486. but the defenses, musters,
preparations should be maintained,
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487. assembled, and collected
as were a war in expectation.
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488. Therefore, I say 'tis meet
we all go forth to view
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489. the sick and feeble parts of France.
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490. And let us do it
with no show of fear.
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491. No, with no more than if we heard that
England were busied with,
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492. uh, a Whitsun morris dance.
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493. For, my good liege,
she is so idly kinged
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494. by a vain, giddy, shallow,
humorous youth
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495. - that fear attends her not.
- Oh, peace, Prince Dauphin.
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496. You're too much mistaken
in this king.
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497. Question, Your Grace,
the late ambassadors.
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498. With what great state
he heard their embassy,
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499. how well supplied
with noble counselors,
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500. how modest in exception
and withal how terrible
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501. in constant resolution.
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502. Well, 'tis not so,
my Lord High Constable.
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503. Though we think it so,
'tis no matter.
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504. In matters of defense,
'tis best to weigh the enemy
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505. more mighty than he seems.
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506. Think we King Harry strong?
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507. And, Princes, look you
strongly arm to meet him?
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508. For he is bred
out of that bloody strain
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509. that haunted us
in our familiar paths.
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510. Witness our too-much
memorable shame
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511. when Crécy Battle
fatally was struck...
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512. and all our princes captived
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513. by the hand of that black name—
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514. Edward,
Black Prince of Wales.
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515. This is a stem
of that victorious stock.
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516. And let us fear
the native mightiness
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517. and fate of him.
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518. Ambassadors
from Harry, King of England,
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519. do crave admittance
to Your Majesty.
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520. Go and bring them.
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521. You see, this chase
is hotly followed, friends.
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522. Good my sovereign,
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523. take up the English short,
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524. and let them know
of what a monarchy you are the head.
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525. Self-love, my liege, is not
so vile a sin as self-neglecting.
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526. From our brother England?
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527. From him, and thus
he greets Your Majesty.
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528. He wills you,
in the name of God Almighty,
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529. that you divest yourself
and lay apart
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530. the borrowed glories
that by gift of heaven,
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531. by law of nature
and of nations,
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532. belongs to him
and to his heirs.
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533. Namely, the crown.
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534. Willing you overlook
this pedigree...
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535. and when you
find him evenly derived
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536. from his most famed
of famous ancestors,
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537. Edward III,
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538. he bids you then resign
your crown and kingdom,
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539. indirectly held from him,
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540. the native
and true challenger.
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541. Or else what follows?
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542. Bloody constraint.
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543. For if you hide the crown,
even in your hearts,
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544. there will he rake for it.
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545. Therefore, in fierce tempest
is he coming,
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546. in thunder and in earthquake
like a Jove
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547. that if requiring fail,
he will compel.
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548. This is his claim,
his threatening,
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549. and my message.
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550. Unless the dauphin
be in presence here,
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551. to whom expressly
I bring greeting, too.
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552. For the dauphin,
I stand here for him.
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553. What to him from England?
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554. Scorn and defiance,
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555. slight regard,
contempt,
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556. and anything that might
not misbecome the mighty sender,
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557. doth he prize you at.
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558. Thus says my king.
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559. Say, if my father render fair return,
it is against my will,
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560. for I desire nothing
but odds with England.
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561. And to that end, as matching
to his youth and vanity,
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562. I did present him
with the Paris balls!
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563. He'll make your Paris Louvre
shake for it.
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564. And be assured
you'll find a difference,
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565. as we his subjects
have in wonder found,
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566. between the promise of his greener days
and these he masters now.
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567. Tomorrow...
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568. shall you know
our mind at full.
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569. Thus with imagined wing
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570. our swift scene flies
in motion of no less celerity
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571. - than that of thought!
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572. Work, work your thoughts
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573. and in them see a siege!
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574. Behold the ordnance
on their carriages
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575. with fatal mouths
gaping on girded Harfleur!
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576. Suppose the ambassador
from the French comes back,
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577. tells Harry that the king
doth offer him Katherine, his daughter,
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578. and with her to dowry,
some petty and unprofitable dukedoms.
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579. The offer likes him not,
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580. and the nimble gunner
with linstock now
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581. the devilish cannon touches
and down goes all before them!
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582. Once more unto the breach,
dear friends!
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583. Once more or close the wall up
with our English dead.
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584. In peace there's nothing
so becomes a man
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585. as modest stillness
and humility.
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586. But when the blast of war blows
in our ears,
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587. then imitate the action
of the tiger!
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588. Stiffen the sinews,
summon up the blood,
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589. disguise fair nature
with hard-favored rage.
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590. Then lend the eye
a terrible aspect.
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591. Let it pry through the portage
of the head like the brass cannon.
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592. Let the brow o'erwhelm it
as fearfully as doth a galled rock
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593. o'erhang and jutty
his confounded base
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594. swill'd with the wild
and wasteful ocean.
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595. Now set the teeth
and stretch the nostril wide,
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596. hold hard the breath
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597. and bend up every spirit
to his full height!
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598. On, on, you noblest England!
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599. Dishonor not your mothers.
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600. Now attest that those
whom you called fathers did beget you.
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601. And you, good yeoman,
whose limbs were made in England,
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602. show us here the mettle
of your pasture.
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603. Let us swear that you are
worth your breeding, which I doubt not!
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604. For there is none of you
so mean and base
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605. that hath not noble luster
in your eyes!
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606. I see you stand like greyhounds
in the slips, straining upon the start.
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607. The game's afoot!
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608. Follow your spirit
and upon this charge cry,
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609. "God for Harry,
England,
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610. and Saint George!"
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611. God for Harry,
England, and Saint George!
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612. Up to the breach, you dogs!
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613. Avaunt, you cullions!
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614. Jesus.
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615. Captain Fluellen,
you must come presently to the mines.
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616. The Duke of Gloucester
would speak with you.
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617. Tell the duke 'tis not so good
to come to the mines.
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618. For look you,
the mines is not according
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619. to the disciplines of war.
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620. By Cheshu, I think he will blow up all
if there is not better direction.
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621. The duke of Gloucester,
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622. to whom the order
of the siege is given,
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623. is altogether directed
by an Irishman.
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624. It's Captain MacMorris,
is it not?
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625. I think it be.
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626. By Cheshu, he is an ass
in the world.
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627. - Fluellen: He has no more directions
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628. in the true disciplines
of the wars than is a puppy dog.
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629. Here he comes, and the Scots captain,
Captain Jamy, with him.
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630. Oh, no, Captain Jamy is a marvelous,
valorous gentleman.
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631. That is certain.
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632. I say, good day,
Captain Fluellen.
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633. Good day to Your Worship,
good Captain James.
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634. How now, Captain MacMorris?
Have you quit the mines?
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635. By Christ, la.
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636. The workish give over.
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637. The trumpets sound the retreat.
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638. By my hand, 'tis ill done.
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639. Captain MacMorris,
I beseech you now,
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640. a few disputations as partly touching
the disciplines of the war,
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641. partly to satisfy my opinion
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642. and partly for the satisfaction
of my mind,
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643. as touching the direction
of the military discipline.
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644. - That is the point.
- It is no time to discourse,
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645. so Christ save me.
The town is besieged
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646. and the trumpet
calls us to the breach.
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647. We talk and, by Christ,
do nothing.
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648. By the mass, ere these eyes of mine
take themselves to slumber,
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649. I'll do good service
or I'll lie in the ground for it.
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650. Captain MacMorris,
I think, look you.
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651. Under your correction,
there are not many of your nation.
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652. What is my nation?
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653. Who talks of my nation
is a villain and a bastard
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654. and a knave and a rascal.
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655. Look you, if you take
the matter otherwise
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656. than it is meant,
Captain MacMorris,
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657. peradventure, I shall think
you do not use me with that affability
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658. as in discretion you ought to use me,
now look you,
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659. being as good a man as yourself.
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660. I do not know you
so good a man as myself.
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661. So Christ save me,
I will cut off your head!
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662. How yet resolves
the governor of the town?
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663. This is the latest parle
we will admit!
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664. Therefore,
to our best mercy give yourselves,
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665. or like to men proud of destruction,
defy us to our worst.
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666. For as I am soldier,
if I begin the battery once again,
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667. I will not leave
the half-achieved Harfleur
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668. till in her ashes she lie buried.
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669. Therefore,
you men of Harfleur,
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670. take pity of your town
and of your people
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671. whiles yet my soldiers
are in my command,
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672. whiles yet the cool
and temperate wind of grace
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673. o'erblows the filthy
and contagious clouds
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674. of heady murder, spoil,
and villainy!
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675. If not, why,
in a moment
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676. look to see
the blind and bloody soldier
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677. with foul hand
defile the locks
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678. of your shrill,
shrieking daughters,
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679. your fathers taken
by their silver beards
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680. and their most reverend heads
dashed to the walls,
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681. your naked infants
spitted upon pikes
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682. whiles the mad mothers
with their howls confused
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683. do break the clouds!
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684. What say you?
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685. Will you yield
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686. and this avoid?
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687. Or, guilty in defense,
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688. be thus destroyed?
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689. The dauphin,
of whose succor we entreated,
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690. returns us that his powers
are not yet ready
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691. to raise so great a siege.
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692. Therefore, dread king,
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693. enter our gates,
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694. dispose of us and ours...
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695. for we no longer are defensible.
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696. Go you and enter Harfleur.
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697. There remain and fortify it strongly
against the French.
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698. Use mercy to them all.
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699. For us, dear Uncle,
the winter coming on
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700. and sickness growing
upon our soldiers,
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701. we will retire to Calais.
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702. Tonight in Harfleur
will we be your guest.
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703. Tomorrow for the march
are we addressed.
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704. Alice?
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705. the hand.
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706. - The hand?
- Mm-hmm.
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707. the fingers.
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708. La main, the hand.
Le doigts, the fingers.
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709. Mm-hmm.
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710. the nails.
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711. The nails?
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712. The hand, the fingers,
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713. et the nails.
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714. - "D'elbow."
- "D'elbow."
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715. The hand, the fingers,
the nails, the arm, the "bilbow."
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716. D'elbow, madame.
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717. - De neck, madame.
- De neck?
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718. De chin.
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719. De chin.
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720. The hand, the fingers...
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721. - Mm.
- ... the "mails."
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722. - The nails, madame.
- "The nails, madame."
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723. - The arm, the "bulbow."
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724. d'elbow.
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725. The elbow.
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726. - Mm.
- The neck et de chin.
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727. Le foot, madame.
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728. Et de "coun."
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729. - Foot et le coun?
- Mm.
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730. - Le foot et le coun.
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731. The hand, the fingers...
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732. The "arma."
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733. The neck, the chin,
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734. the foot,
et le "coun"!
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735. 'Tis certain he hath passed
the river Somme?
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736. And if he be not fought withal,
my lord, let us not live in France.
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737. Normans.
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738. Bastard Normans.
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739. Norman bastards!
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740. Where have they this mettle?
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741. Is not their climate
foggy, raw, and dull?
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742. - Oh, for honor of our land.
- By faith and honor,
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743. our madams mock at us
and plainly say our mettle is bred out!
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744. And they will give their bodies
to the lust of English youth,
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745. to new-store France
with bastard warriors!
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746. Where is Montjoy the herald?
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747. Speed him hence.
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748. Let him greet England
with our sharp defiance.
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749. Up, Princes,
and with spirit of honor edged
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750. more sharper than your swords,
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751. hie to the field.
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752. Bar Harry England,
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753. that sweeps through our land
with pennons
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754. painted in the blood
of Harfleur.
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755. Go down upon him.
You have power enough.
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756. And in a captive chariot into Rouen
bring him our prisoner.
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757. This becomes the great.
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758. Sorry I am his numbers
are so few,
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759. his soldiers sick and famished
in their march.
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760. For I am sure
when he shall see our army,
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761. he'll drop his heart
into the sink of fear
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762. and for achievement
offer us his ransom.
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763. Therefore, Lord Constable,
haste on Montjoy.
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764. Prince Dauphin,
you shall stay with us in Rouen.
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765. Not so, I do beseech
Your Majesty.
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766. Be patient,
for you shall remain with us.
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767. Now forth, Lord Constable
and princes all,
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768. and quickly bring us word
of England's fall.
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769. Man #2: That's it!
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770. - Man #3: Come on, men!
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771. Come.
Come in.
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772. Captain Fluellen?
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773. Come you from the bridge?
Is the Duke of Exeter safe?
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774. He is not.
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775. God be praised and blessed
any hurt in the world
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776. but keeps the bridge most valiantly
with excellent discipline.
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777. Captain!
I thee beseech to do me favors.
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778. The Duke of Exeter
doth love thee well.
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779. Aye, I praise God and I have merited
some love at his hands.
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780. Bardolph, a soldier
firm and sound of heart
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781. and buxom valor,
hath by cruel fate
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782. and giddy fortune's
furious, fickle wheel...
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783. Touching your patience,
Ancient Pistol,
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784. fortune is an excellent moral.
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785. Well, fortune is Bardolph's foe
and frowns on him,
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786. for he hath stolen a pax
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787. and hanged must he be.
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788. Therefore, go speak.
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789. The duke will hear thy voice.
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790. Speak, Captain,
for his life,
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791. and I will thee requite.
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792. Ancient Pistol, I do partly
understand your meaning.
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793. Why, then,
rejoice therefore!
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794. 'Tis not a thing
to rejoice at.
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795. Look you,
if he were my brother,
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796. I would desire the duke
to do his good pleasure
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797. and put him to execution.
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798. Discipline ought to be used.
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799. Then die and be damned
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800. and figo for thy friendship!
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801. How now, Fluellen,
comest thou from the bridge?
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802. Aye, so please
Your Majesty.
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803. The Duke of Exeter hath very gallantly
maintained the bridge.
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804. What men have you lost, Fluellen?
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805. I think the duke
hath lost never a man...
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806. but one that is like to be executed
for robbing a church.
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807. One Bardolph,
if Your Majesty know the man.
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808. His face is all bubukles and whelks
and knobs and flames of fire.
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809. And his lips blows at his nose.
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810. 'Tis like a coal of fire,
sometimes blue, sometimes red.
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811. But his nose is executed
and his fire's out.
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812. Get up!
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813. Shh!
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814. - Oh!
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815. - Oh, oh, oh, oh!
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816. Do not,
when thou art king,
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817. hang a thief.
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818. No...
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819. thou shalt.
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820. Oh!
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821. We would have
all such offenders so cut off.
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822. And we give express charge
that in our marches through the country
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823. there be nothing
compelled from the villages,
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824. nothing taken but paid for...
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825. none of the French upbraided or abused
in disdainful language.
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826. For when lenity and cruelty
play for a kingdom,
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827. the gentler gamester...
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828. is the soonest winner.
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829. Thus says my king,
"Say thou to Harry of England
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830. though we seemed dead,
we did but sleep.
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831. Tell him we could have
rebuked him at Harfleur.
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832. Now we speak,
and our voice is imperial.
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833. England shall repent his folly.
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834. Bid him, therefore,
consider of his ransom
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835. which must proportion
the losses we have borne,
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836. which in weight to re-answer
his pettiness would bow under.
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837. To this add defiance,
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838. and tell him, for conclusion,
he hath betrayed his followers
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839. whose condemnation
is pronounced."
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840. So far my king and master,
so much my office.
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841. - What is thy name?
- Montjoy.
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842. Thou dost thy office fairly.
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843. Turn thee back and tell thy king
I do not seek him now,
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844. but could be willing to march
on to Calais without impeachment.
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845. Go, therefore,
tell thy master here I am.
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846. My ransom is this
frail and worthless trunk,
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847. my army but a weak
and sickly guard.
Copy !req
848. Yet, God before,
tell him we will come on,
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849. though France himself and such
another neighbor stand in our way.
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850. So, Montjoy, fare you well.
Copy !req
851. The sum of all our answer
is but this:
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852. we would not seek
a battle as we are,
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853. nor as we are
we say we will not shun it.
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854. So tell your master.
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855. I shall deliver so.
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856. Thanks to Your Majesty.
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857. I hope they will not
come upon us now.
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858. We are in God's hand, brother,
not in theirs.
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859. March to the bridge.
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860. It now draws towards night.
Copy !req
861. Beyond the river,
we'll encamp ourselves
Copy !req
862. and on tomorrow...
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863. bid them march away.
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864. Now entertain
conjecture of a time
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865. when creeping murmur
and the poring dark
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866. fills the wide vessel
of the universe.
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867. From camp to camp
through the foul womb of night
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868. the hum of either army
stilly sounds
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869. that the fixed sentinels
almost receive
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870. the secret whispers
of each other's watch.
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871. Fire answers fire,
and through their paly flames
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872. each battle sees
the other's umbered face.
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873. Steed threatens steed
in high and boastful neighs,
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874. piercing the night's dull ear.
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875. And from the tents,
the armorers,
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876. accomplishing the knights
with busy hammers closing rivets up,
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877. give dreadful note of preparation.
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878. Proud of their numbers
and secure in soul,
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879. the confident
and overlusty French
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880. do the low-rated English
play at dice
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881. and chide the cripple,
tardy-gaited night
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882. who, like a foul and ugly witch,
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883. doth limp so tediously away.
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884. I have the best armor in the world.
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885. Would it were day.
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886. You have an excellent armor,
but let my horse have his due.
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887. It is the best horse of Europe.
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888. Will it never be morning?
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889. My Lord of Orleans
and my Lord High Constable,
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890. you talk of horse and armor?
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891. You are as well provided of both
as any prince in the world.
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892. I will not change my horse
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893. for any that treads
but on four hooves.
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894. When I bestride him,
I soar.
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895. I am a hawk,
and he is pure air and fire!
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896. And the dull elements of earth
and water never appear in him,
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897. but only in patient stillness
while his rider mounts him.
Copy !req
898. Indeed, my lord, it is a most
absolute and excellent horse.
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899. My lord constable,
the armor in your tent tonight.
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900. Are those suns
or stars on it?
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901. Stars, Montjoy.
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902. Some of them
will fall tomorrow, I hope.
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903. And yet my sky
shall not want.
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904. Will it never be day?
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905. I will trot tomorrow a mile,
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906. and my way shall be paved
with English faces.
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907. I will not say so
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908. for fear I should be
faced out of my way.
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909. I'll go arm myself.
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910. The dauphin longs for morning.
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911. He longs to eat the English.
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912. I think he will
eat all he kills.
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913. He never did harm
that I heard of.
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914. Nor will do none tomorrow.
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915. Would it were day.
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916. Alas, poor Harry of England.
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917. He longs not for
the dawning as we do.
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918. If the English had any apprehension,
they would run away.
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919. Hmph.
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920. That island of England
breeds very valiant creatures.
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921. Now is it time to arm.
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922. Come, shall we about it?
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923. It is now 2:00.
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924. But let me see,
by 10:00,
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925. we shall have each
100 Englishmen.
Copy !req
926. The poor,
condemned English,
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927. like sacrifices,
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928. by their watchful fires
sit patiently
Copy !req
929. and inly ruminate
the morning's danger.
Copy !req
930. And their gesture sad,
Copy !req
931. investing lank-lean cheeks
and war-worn coats,
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932. presenteth them
unto the gazing moon
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933. so many horrid ghosts.
Copy !req
934. Oh, now...
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935. who will behold the royal captain
of this ruined band,
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936. walking from watch to watch,
from tent to tent?
Copy !req
937. Let him cry,
"Praise and glory on his head,"
Copy !req
938. for forth he goes
and visits all his host.
Copy !req
939. Bids them good morrow
with a modest smile
Copy !req
940. and calls them brothers,
friends, and countrymen.
Copy !req
941. A largesse universal,
like the sun,
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942. his liberal eye
doth give to everyone.
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943. Thawing cold fear
that mean and gentle all
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944. behold,
as may unworthiness define,
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945. a little touch of Harry
in the night.
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946. Good morrow,
old Sir Thomas Erpingham.
Copy !req
947. A good soft pillow
for that good white head
Copy !req
948. were better than
a churlish turf of France.
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949. Not so, my liege.
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950. This lodging likes me better...
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951. since I may say,
"Now lie I like a king."
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952. Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas.
Copy !req
953. Brothers both, commend me
to the princes in our camp.
Copy !req
954. Do my good morrow to them,
and anon desire them all to my pavilion.
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955. We shall, my liege.
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956. Shall I attend Your Grace?
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957. No, my good knight.
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958. I and my bosom must debate awhile,
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959. and then I would no other company.
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960. The Lord in heaven
bless thee, noble Harry.
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961. God-a-mercy, old heart.
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962. Thou speakest cheerfully.
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963. - Henry: Ahem.
- Qui va la?
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964. A friend.
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965. Discuss unto me.
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966. Art thou officer
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967. or art thou base,
common, and popular?
Copy !req
968. I am a gentleman
of a company.
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969. Trailest thou
the puissant pike?
Copy !req
970. Even so.
What are you?
Copy !req
971. As good a gentleman as the emperor.
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972. Ah, then you are a better
than the king.
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973. The king's a bawcock
and a heart of gold,
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974. a lad of life,
an imp of fame,
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975. of parents good,
of fist most valiant.
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976. I kiss his dirty shoe,
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977. and from heartstring
I love the lovely bully.
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978. What is thy name?
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979. Uh, Harry le Roy.
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980. Le Roy?
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981. A— a Cornish name?
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982. No, I am a Welshman.
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983. Knowest thou Fluellen?
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984. Aye.
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985. Tell him I'll knock his leek
about his pate
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986. upon Saint Davy's day.
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987. Do not wear your dagger
in your cap that day,
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988. lest he knock that about yours.
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989. Art thou his friend?
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990. And his kinsman, too.
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991. - The figo for thee, then.
- Henry: I thank you.
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992. God be with you.
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993. My name is Pistol called.
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994. It sorts well
with your fierceness.
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995. - Captain Fluellen.
- Shh!
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996. In the name of Jesus Christ,
speak lower.
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997. If you would take the pains
but to examine
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998. the wars of Pompey the great,
you shall find, I warrant you,
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999. that there is no tiddle taddle
nor pibble babble
Copy !req
1000. in Pompey's camp.
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1001. The enemy is loud.
You hear him all night.
Copy !req
1002. If the enemy is an ass and
a fool and a prating coxcomb,
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1003. is it meet, think you,
that we should also, look you,
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1004. be an ass and a fool
and a prating coxcomb,
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1005. in your conscience now?
Copy !req
1006. I will speak lower.
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1007. I pray you and beseech you
that you will.
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1008. Brother John Bates,
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1009. is not that the morning
which breaks yonder?
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1010. I think it be,
but we have no great cause
Copy !req
1011. to desire the approach of day.
Copy !req
1012. We see yonder
the beginning of the day,
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1013. but I think we shall
never see the end of it.
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1014. Who goes there?
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1015. A friend.
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1016. Under what captain serve ya?
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1017. Under Sir Thomas Erpingham.
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1018. A good old commander
and a most kind gentleman.
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1019. I pray ya,
what thinks he of our estate?
Copy !req
1020. Even as men
wrecked upon a sand
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1021. that look to be washed off
with the next tide.
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1022. He hath not told
his thought to the king?
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1023. No, nor it is not
meet he should.
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1024. I think the king
is but a man, as I am.
Copy !req
1025. The violet smells to him
as it doth to me.
Copy !req
1026. His ceremonies laid by,
in his nakedness
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1027. he appears but a man.
Copy !req
1028. Therefore, when he sees
reason to fear, as we do,
Copy !req
1029. his fears, out of doubt,
be of the same relish as ours are.
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1030. He may show what
outward courage he will,
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1031. but I believe,
as cold a night as 'tis
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1032. that he could wish himself
in Thames up to the neck.
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1033. And so I would he were,
and I by him.
Copy !req
1034. At all adventures,
so we were quit here.
Copy !req
1035. I think he would not wish himself
anywhere but where he is.
Copy !req
1036. Then I would
he were here alone.
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1037. Methinks I could not die
anywhere so contented
Copy !req
1038. as in the king's company,
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1039. his cause being just
and his quarrel honorable.
Copy !req
1040. That's more than we know.
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1041. Aye, and more than
we should seek after.
Copy !req
1042. For we know enough if we know
we are the king's subjects.
Copy !req
1043. If his cause be wrong,
our obedience to the king
Copy !req
1044. wipes the crime of it
out of us.
Copy !req
1045. But if the cause be not good,
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1046. the king himself hath
a heavy reckoning to make.
Copy !req
1047. And all those legs
and arms and heads
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1048. chopped off in the battle
shall join together at the latter day
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1049. and cry all,
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1050. "We died at such a place."
Copy !req
1051. Some swearing,
some crying for a surgeon,
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1052. some upon their wives
left poor behind them,
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1053. some upon the debts they owe,
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1054. some upon their children
rawly left.
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1055. I'm afeared
there are few die well
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1056. that die in a battle,
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1057. for how can they charitably
dispose of anything
Copy !req
1058. when blood is their argument?
Copy !req
1059. Now, if these men
do not die well,
Copy !req
1060. it will be a black matter
for the king that led them to it.
Copy !req
1061. So if a son that is by his father
Copy !req
1062. sent about merchandise
do sinfully miscarry upon the sea,
Copy !req
1063. the imputation of his wickedness,
by your rule,
Copy !req
1064. should be imposed
upon the father that sent him?
Copy !req
1065. But this is not so.
Copy !req
1066. The king is not bound to answer
the particular endings of his soldiers
Copy !req
1067. nor the father of his son,
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1068. for they purpose not their deaths
when they purpose their services.
Copy !req
1069. Besides, there is no king,
be his cause never so spotless,
Copy !req
1070. can try it out
with all unspotted soldiers.
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1071. Every subject's duty
is the king's...
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1072. but every subject's soul's his own.
Copy !req
1073. 'Tis certain.
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1074. Every man that dies ill,
the ill upon his own head.
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1075. The king is not to answer it.
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1076. I do not desire
he should answer for me.
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1077. Yet I determine
to fight lustily for him.
Copy !req
1078. I myself heard the king say
he would not be ransomed.
Copy !req
1079. Aye, he said so
to make us fight cheerfully.
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1080. But when our throats are cut,
he may be ransomed,
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1081. and we ne'er the wiser.
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1082. If I live to see it,
I'll never trust his word after.
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1083. You pay him then!
Copy !req
1084. You'll never trust
his word after?
Copy !req
1085. Come.
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1086. 'Tis a foolish saying.
Copy !req
1087. Your reproof
is something too round.
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1088. I should be angry with you
if time were convenient.
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1089. Let it be a quarrel between us,
if you live!
Copy !req
1090. Be friends,
you English fools!
Copy !req
1091. Be friends!
We have French quarrels enough!
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1092. - Hyah!
- Get—
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1093. Upon the king.
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1094. Let us our lives,
our souls, our debts,
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1095. our careful wives,
our children,
Copy !req
1096. and our sins lay on the king.
Copy !req
1097. We must bear all.
Copy !req
1098. Oh, hard condition.
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1099. Twin-born with greatness,
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1100. subject to the breath
of every fool.
Copy !req
1101. What infinite heart's ease
must kings neglect
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1102. that private men enjoy?
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1103. And what have kings
that privates have not too
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1104. save ceremony?
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1105. And what art thou,
thou idle ceremony?
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1106. What drink'st thou oft instead
of homage sweet but poison'd flattery?
Copy !req
1107. Oh, be sick,
great greatness,
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1108. and bid thy ceremony
give thee cure.
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1109. Canst thou, when thou
commandest the beggar's knee,
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1110. command the health of it?
Copy !req
1111. No, thou proud dream
Copy !req
1112. that playest so subtly
with a king's repose.
Copy !req
1113. I am a king that find thee,
Copy !req
1114. and I know...
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1115. 'tis not the balm,
the scepter, and the ball,
Copy !req
1116. the sword, the mace,
the crown imperial,
Copy !req
1117. the intertissued robe
of gold and pearl,
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1118. the farced title
running 'fore the king,
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1119. the throne he sits on,
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1120. nor the tide of pomp
Copy !req
1121. that beats upon the high shore
of this world.
Copy !req
1122. No, not all these
thrice-gorgeous ceremony,
Copy !req
1123. not all these
laid in bed majestical
Copy !req
1124. can sleep so soundly
Copy !req
1125. as the wretched slave,
Copy !req
1126. who, with a body filled
and vacant mind,
Copy !req
1127. gets him to rest,
crammed with distressful bread,
Copy !req
1128. never sees horrid night,
Copy !req
1129. the child of hell, but like a lackey
from the rise to the set,
Copy !req
1130. sweats in the eye
of Phoebus
Copy !req
1131. and all night sleeps
Copy !req
1132. in Elysium.
Copy !req
1133. Next day after dawn, doth rise
and help Hyperion to his horse
Copy !req
1134. and follows so
the ever-running year
Copy !req
1135. with profitable labor
to his grave.
Copy !req
1136. And but for ceremony...
Copy !req
1137. such a wretch,
winding up days with toil
Copy !req
1138. and nights with sleep
Copy !req
1139. had the forehand
and vantage...
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1140. of a king.
Copy !req
1141. My lord, your nobles,
jealous of your absence,
Copy !req
1142. seek through the camp
to find you.
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1143. Good old knight,
collect them all together at my tent.
Copy !req
1144. I'll be before thee.
Copy !req
1145. Oh, God of battles,
Copy !req
1146. steel my soldiers' hearts.
Copy !req
1147. Possess them not with fear.
Copy !req
1148. Take from them now
their sense of reckoning
Copy !req
1149. if the opposed numbers
pluck their hearts from them.
Copy !req
1150. Not today, oh, God,
oh, not today.
Copy !req
1151. Think not upon the fault
my father made in compassing the crown.
Copy !req
1152. I Richard's body
have interred anew
Copy !req
1153. and on it have bestowed
more contrite tears
Copy !req
1154. than from it issued
forced drops of blood.
Copy !req
1155. Five hundred poor
I have in yearly pay
Copy !req
1156. who twice a day
their withered hands
Copy !req
1157. hold up toward heaven
to pardon blood.
Copy !req
1158. And I have built two chantries
Copy !req
1159. where the sad and solemn priests
sing still for Richard's soul.
Copy !req
1160. More will I do,
Copy !req
1161. though all that I can do
Copy !req
1162. is nothing worth
Copy !req
1163. since my penitence comes,
after all,
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1164. imploring pardon.
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1165. My liege!
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1166. My brother Gloucester's voice.
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1167. I know thy errand.
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1168. I will go with thee.
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1169. The day, my friends,
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1170. and all things
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1171. stay
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1172. for me.
Copy !req
1173. Hark how our steeds
for present service neigh.
Copy !req
1174. Mount them and make incision
in their hides
Copy !req
1175. that their hot blood
may spin in English eyes.
Copy !req
1176. Do but behold
yon poor and starved band.
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1177. Your fair show shall
suck away their souls,
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1178. leaving them but
the shales and husks of men.
Copy !req
1179. There is not work enough
for all our hands.
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1180. Why do you stay so long,
my lords of France?
Copy !req
1181. Yon island carrions,
desperate of their bones,
Copy !req
1182. ill-favoredly become
the morning field.
Copy !req
1183. They have said their prayers,
Copy !req
1184. and they stay for death.
Copy !req
1185. A very little, little let us do,
and all is done.
Copy !req
1186. Then let the trumpets sound
the tucket sonance
Copy !req
1187. and the note to mount,
Copy !req
1188. for our approach will
so much dare the field
Copy !req
1189. that England shall
crouch down in fear
Copy !req
1190. and yield!
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1191. Where is the king?
Copy !req
1192. The king himself
is rode to view their battle.
Copy !req
1193. Of fighting men,
they have full threescore thousand.
Copy !req
1194. That's five to one.
Copy !req
1195. Besides, they are all fresh.
Copy !req
1196. 'Tis a fearful odds.
Copy !req
1197. Oh, that we now had here
but one ten thousand
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1198. of those men in England
that do no work today.
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1199. What's he that wishes so?
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1200. My cousin Westmoreland?
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1201. No, my fair cousin.
Copy !req
1202. If we are marked to die,
we are enough to do our country loss.
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1203. And if to live, the fewer men,
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1204. the greater share of honor.
Copy !req
1205. God's will, I pray thee,
wish not one man more.
Copy !req
1206. Rather, proclaim it,
Westmoreland, through my host,
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1207. that he which hath
no stomach to this fight
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1208. let him depart.
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1209. His passport shall be made
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1210. and crowns for convoy
put into his purse.
Copy !req
1211. We would not die
in that man's company
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1212. that fears his fellowship
to die with us.
Copy !req
1213. This day is called
the feast of Crispian.
Copy !req
1214. He that outlives this day
and comes safe home
Copy !req
1215. will stand a-tiptoe
when this day is named
Copy !req
1216. and rouse him
at the name of Crispian.
Copy !req
1217. He that shall see this day
and live old age
Copy !req
1218. will yearly, on the vigil,
feast his neighbors
Copy !req
1219. and say,
"Tomorrow is Saint Crispian's."
Copy !req
1220. Then will he strip his sleeve
and show his scars
Copy !req
1221. and say,
"These wounds I had on Crispian's day."
Copy !req
1222. Old men forget,
Copy !req
1223. yet all shall be forgot,
but he'll remember with advantages
Copy !req
1224. what feats he did that day.
Copy !req
1225. Then shall our names, familiar
in their mouths as household words—
Copy !req
1226. Harry the King,
Bedford and Exeter,
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1227. Warwick and Talbot,
Salisbury and Gloucester...
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1228. be in their flowing cups
freshly remembered.
Copy !req
1229. This story shall
a good man teach his son.
Copy !req
1230. And Crispin Crispian
shall ne'er go by,
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1231. from this day to
the ending of the world,
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1232. but we in it
shall be remembered.
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1233. We few...
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1234. we happy few,
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1235. we band of brothers.
Copy !req
1236. For he today that sheds his blood
with me shall be my brother.
Copy !req
1237. Be he ne'er so vile,
this day shall gentle his condition.
Copy !req
1238. And gentlemen in England
now abed
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1239. shall think themselves accursed
they were not here
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1240. and hold their manhoods cheap
Copy !req
1241. whiles any speaks
that fought with us
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1242. upon Saint Crispin's day!
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1243. My Sovereign Lord!
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1244. Bestow yourself with speed!
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1245. The French are bravely
in their battles set
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1246. and will with all expedience
march upon us!
Copy !req
1247. All things are ready
if our minds be so!
Copy !req
1248. Perish the man whose mind
is backward now.
Copy !req
1249. Thou dost not wish more help
from England, coz?
Copy !req
1250. God's will, my liege.
Copy !req
1251. Would you and I alone,
without more help,
Copy !req
1252. - could fight this royal battle.
Copy !req
1253. You know your places!
Copy !req
1254. God be with you all!
Copy !req
1255. Once more I come to know of thee,
King Harry,
Copy !req
1256. if for thy ransom,
thou wilt now compound
Copy !req
1257. before thy most assured overthrow.
Copy !req
1258. Who hath sent thee now?
Copy !req
1259. The constable of France.
Copy !req
1260. I pray thee bear
my former answer back.
Copy !req
1261. Bid them achieve me
and then sell my bones!
Copy !req
1262. Good God, why should they
mock poor fellows thus?
Copy !req
1263. Let me speak proudly.
Copy !req
1264. Tell the constable we are
but warriors for the working day.
Copy !req
1265. Our gayness and our gilt
are all besmirched
Copy !req
1266. with rainy marching
in the painful field,
Copy !req
1267. but by the mass,
our hearts are in the trim.
Copy !req
1268. Herald, save thou thy labor.
Copy !req
1269. Come thou no
more for ransom, gentle herald.
Copy !req
1270. They shall have none,
Copy !req
1271. I swear,
but these my joints!
Copy !req
1272. - Which, if they have
Copy !req
1273. as I shall leave 'em them,
Copy !req
1274. shall yield them little.
Copy !req
1275. Tell the constable.
Copy !req
1276. I shall, King Harry.
Copy !req
1277. And so fare thee well.
Copy !req
1278. Thou never shalt
hear herald anymore.
Copy !req
1279. My lord, most humbly
on my knee,
Copy !req
1280. I beg the leading
of the vaward.
Copy !req
1281. Take it, brave York.
Copy !req
1282. Now, soldiers,
march away,
Copy !req
1283. and how
Thou pleasest, God,
Copy !req
1284. dispose the day.
Copy !req
1285. And so our scene
must to the battle fly
Copy !req
1286. where, oh, for pity
we shall much disgrace
Copy !req
1287. with four or five
most vile and ragged foils
Copy !req
1288. right ill-disposed
in brawl ridiculous
Copy !req
1289. the name of Agincourt.
Copy !req
1290. Ready!
Copy !req
1291. Ready!
Copy !req
1292. - Fire!
Copy !req
1293. Ready!
Copy !req
1294. Ah!
Copy !req
1295. Ah!
Copy !req
1296. Ah!
Copy !req
1297. Why, all our ranks are broke.
Copy !req
1298. Oh, perdurable shame!
Copy !req
1299. Shame and eternal shame.
Copy !req
1300. Nothing but shame.
Copy !req
1301. Let us die in arms.
Copy !req
1302. Once more back again.
Copy !req
1303. We are enough yet living
in the field
Copy !req
1304. to smother up the English
in our throngs
Copy !req
1305. if any order
might be thought upon.
Copy !req
1306. The devil take order now!
Copy !req
1307. I'll to the throng!
Copy !req
1308. Let life be short!
Copy !req
1309. Else shame will be too long!
Copy !req
1310. Well have we done,
thrice-valiant countrymen!
Copy !req
1311. Yet all's not done!
Copy !req
1312. Yet keep the French the field!
Copy !req
1313. Kill the boys and the luggage.
Copy !req
1314. 'Tis expressly
against the law of arms.
Copy !req
1315. 'Tis as errant a piece
of knavery,
Copy !req
1316. mark you now,
as can be offered.
Copy !req
1317. In your conscience,
now, is it not?
Copy !req
1318. 'Tis certain
there's not a boy left alive.
Copy !req
1319. I was not angry
since I came to France
Copy !req
1320. until this instant!
Copy !req
1321. Here comes the herald
of the French, my liege.
Copy !req
1322. - What means this, herald?
Copy !req
1323. Huh?
Com'st thou again for ransom?
Copy !req
1324. No!
Great King!
Copy !req
1325. I come to thee
for charitable license
Copy !req
1326. that we may wander o'er
this bloody field
Copy !req
1327. to book our dead
and then to bury them.
Copy !req
1328. To sort our nobles
from our common men.
Copy !req
1329. For many of our princes—
woe the while—
Copy !req
1330. lie drowned and soaked
in mercenary blood.
Copy !req
1331. Oh, give us leave, great King,
to view the field in safety
Copy !req
1332. and to dispose
of their dead bodies.
Copy !req
1333. I tell thee truly,
herald,
Copy !req
1334. I know not
if the day be ours or no.
Copy !req
1335. The day is yours.
Copy !req
1336. Praised be God
Copy !req
1337. and not our strength for it.
Copy !req
1338. What is this castle called
Copy !req
1339. that stands hard by?
Copy !req
1340. They call it Agincourt.
Copy !req
1341. Then call we this
Copy !req
1342. the field of Agincourt
Copy !req
1343. fought on the day
of Crispin Crispianus.
Copy !req
1344. Ahem, your grandfather
of famous memory,
Copy !req
1345. an't please Your Majesty,
Copy !req
1346. and your great-uncle,
Edward,
Copy !req
1347. the Black Prince of Wales,
Copy !req
1348. as I have read
in the chronicles...
Copy !req
1349. fought a most brave battle
here in France.
Copy !req
1350. They did, Fluellen.
Copy !req
1351. Y-Your Majesty says very true.
Copy !req
1352. If Your Majesty
is remembered of it,
Copy !req
1353. the Welshmen did good service
Copy !req
1354. in a garden
where leeks did grow,
Copy !req
1355. wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps,
which, as Your Majesty know,
Copy !req
1356. to this hour is
an honorable badge of service.
Copy !req
1357. And I do believe Your Majesty
takes no scorn
Copy !req
1358. to wear the leek
upon Saint Davy's day.
Copy !req
1359. I wear it
for a memorable honor...
Copy !req
1360. for I am Welsh, you know,
good my countryman.
Copy !req
1361. All the water in Wye
Copy !req
1362. cannot wash Your Majesty's
Welsh blood out of your body,
Copy !req
1363. I can tell you that.
Copy !req
1364. God bless it and preserve it,
so long as it pleases His Grace
Copy !req
1365. and His Majesty, too.
Copy !req
1366. Thanks,
good my countryman.
Copy !req
1367. By Jeshu, I am
Your Majesty's countryman!
Copy !req
1368. I care not who know it.
Copy !req
1369. I shall confess it
to all the world!
Copy !req
1370. And I need not be ashamed
of Your Majesty, praised be God...
Copy !req
1371. so long as Your Majesty
is an honest man.
Copy !req
1372. God keep me so.
Copy !req
1373. Doth fortune play the huswife
with me now?
Copy !req
1374. News I have
that my Nell is dead.
Copy !req
1375. Tsk!
Copy !req
1376. Old do I wax,
Copy !req
1377. and from my weary limbs
honor is cudgeled.
Copy !req
1378. Well, bawd I'll turn
Copy !req
1379. and something lean
to cutpurse
Copy !req
1380. - of quick hand.
Copy !req
1381. To England will I steal,
Copy !req
1382. and there I'll...
Copy !req
1383. steal.
Copy !req
1384. Herald, are the dead numbered?
Copy !req
1385. Here is the number
of the slaughtered French.
Copy !req
1386. This note doth tell me...
Copy !req
1387. of 10,000 French
Copy !req
1388. that in the field
lie slain.
Copy !req
1389. Of princes
in this number, 126.
Copy !req
1390. Added to these, of knights,
esquires, and gallant gentlemen,
Copy !req
1391. eight thousand
and four hundred...
Copy !req
1392. of the which
five hundred
Copy !req
1393. were but yesterday
dubbed knights.
Copy !req
1394. Here was
a royal fellowship of death.
Copy !req
1395. Where is the number
of our English dead?
Copy !req
1396. "Edward, the Duke of York,
Copy !req
1397. the Earl of Suffolk...
Copy !req
1398. Sir Richard Ketly...
Copy !req
1399. Davy Gam, esquire."
Copy !req
1400. None else of name...
Copy !req
1401. and of all other men...
Copy !req
1402. but five and twenty.
Copy !req
1403. 'Tis wonderful.
Copy !req
1404. Come.
Copy !req
1405. Go we in procession
to the village
Copy !req
1406. and be it death proclaimed
through our host
Copy !req
1407. to boast of this
Copy !req
1408. or take that praise from God
which is his only.
Copy !req
1409. Is it not lawful,
an please Your Majesty,
Copy !req
1410. to tell how many is killed?
Copy !req
1411. Aye, Captain,
Copy !req
1412. but with this
Copy !req
1413. that God fought...
Copy !req
1414. for us.
Copy !req
1415. Yes, my conscience.
Copy !req
1416. He did us great good.
Copy !req
1417. Do we all holy rites.
Copy !req
1418. Let there be sung
"Non nobis" and "Te Deum."
Copy !req
1419. The dead with charity
enclosed in clay.
Copy !req
1420. And then to Calais...
Copy !req
1421. and to England then...
Copy !req
1422. where ne'er
from France arrived
Copy !req
1423. more happy men.
Copy !req
1424. Peace to this meeting.
Copy !req
1425. Unto our brother France,
health and fair time of day.
Copy !req
1426. Joy and good wishes to our most fair
and princely cousin Katherine.
Copy !req
1427. And as a branch and member
of this royalty
Copy !req
1428. by whom this great assembly
is contrived,
Copy !req
1429. we do salute you,
Duke of Burgundy.
Copy !req
1430. And, princes
French and peers,
Copy !req
1431. health to you all.
Copy !req
1432. Right joyous are we
to behold your face,
Copy !req
1433. most worthy
brother England.
Copy !req
1434. Fairly met.
Copy !req
1435. So are you, princes English,
every one.
Copy !req
1436. My duty to you both,
on equal love,
Copy !req
1437. great kings
of France and England.
Copy !req
1438. Since that my office
hath so far prevailed
Copy !req
1439. that face to face and royal
eye to eye you have congreeted,
Copy !req
1440. let it not disgrace me
if I demand before this royal view
Copy !req
1441. why that the naked,
poor, and mangled peace
Copy !req
1442. should not in this best
garden of the world,
Copy !req
1443. our fertile France,
put up her lovely visage?
Copy !req
1444. Alas, she hath from France
too long been chased,
Copy !req
1445. and all her husbandry
doth lie on heaps,
Copy !req
1446. corrupting
in its own fertility.
Copy !req
1447. And as our vineyards,
fallows, meads, and hedges,
Copy !req
1448. defective in their natures,
grow to wildness,
Copy !req
1449. even so our houses and ourselves,
our children have lost
Copy !req
1450. or do not learn
for want of time
Copy !req
1451. those sciences which
should become our country,
Copy !req
1452. but grow like savages,
as soldiers will
Copy !req
1453. that nothing do
but meditate on blood
Copy !req
1454. to swearing and stern looks,
diffused attire,
Copy !req
1455. and everything that seems
Copy !req
1456. unnatural.
Copy !req
1457. And my speech entreats
that I may know
Copy !req
1458. the let why gentle peace
Copy !req
1459. should not expel
these inconveniences
Copy !req
1460. and bless us
with her former qualities.
Copy !req
1461. If, Duke of Burgundy,
you would the peace
Copy !req
1462. whose want gives growth
to the imperfections
Copy !req
1463. which you have cited,
then you must buy that peace
Copy !req
1464. with full accord
to all our just demands.
Copy !req
1465. I have but with a cursorary eye
Copy !req
1466. o'erglanced the articles.
Copy !req
1467. Pleaseth your grace
to appoint some of your council
Copy !req
1468. to sit with us once more.
Copy !req
1469. We will suddenly
pass our accept
Copy !req
1470. and peremptory answer.
Copy !req
1471. Brother, we shall.
Copy !req
1472. Yet leave
our cousin Katherine
Copy !req
1473. here with us.
Copy !req
1474. She is our capital demand
Copy !req
1475. comprised within
the fore-rank of our articles.
Copy !req
1476. She hath good leave.
Copy !req
1477. Fair Katherine,
and most fair,
Copy !req
1478. will you vouchsafe
to teach a soldier
Copy !req
1479. terms such as will enter
at a lady's ear
Copy !req
1480. and plead his love suit
to her gentle heart?
Copy !req
1481. Your Majesty
shall mock at me.
Copy !req
1482. I cannot speak your England.
Copy !req
1483. Oh.
Copy !req
1484. Fair Katherine, if you will love me
soundly with your French heart,
Copy !req
1485. I will be glad to hear you confess it
brokenly with your English tongue.
Copy !req
1486. Do you like me, Kate?
Copy !req
1487. Pardonnez-moi.
I cannot tell what is "like me."
Copy !req
1488. An angel is like you, Kate,
and you are like an angel.
Copy !req
1489. What says she, fair one?
Copy !req
1490. That the tongues of men
are full of deceits?
Copy !req
1491. Oui.
Copy !req
1492. That the tongues
of the mens is be full of deceits.
Copy !req
1493. That is the princess.
Copy !req
1494. I'faith, my wooing
is fit for thy understanding.
Copy !req
1495. I know no ways
to mince it in love,
Copy !req
1496. but directly to say,
"I love you."
Copy !req
1497. Then if you urge me
farther than to say,
Copy !req
1498. "Do you in faith?"
I wear out my suit.
Copy !req
1499. Give me your answer,
I'faith, do,
Copy !req
1500. and so clap hands and a bargain.
How say you, lady?
Copy !req
1501. Me understand well.
Copy !req
1502. Marry, if you would put me to verses
or to dance for your sake, Kate,
Copy !req
1503. why, you undid me.
Copy !req
1504. If I could win a lady at leapfrog
or by vaulting into my saddle
Copy !req
1505. with my armor on my back,
I should quickly leap into a wife.
Copy !req
1506. I could lay on like a butcher
and sit like a jackanapes, never off.
Copy !req
1507. But before God, Kate,
I cannot look greenly
Copy !req
1508. nor gasp out my eloquence
nor I have no cunning in protestation.
Copy !req
1509. If thou canst love
a fellow of this temper, Kate,
Copy !req
1510. that never looks in his glass
for love of anything he sees there,
Copy !req
1511. let thine eye be thy cook.
Copy !req
1512. I speak to thee plain soldier.
Copy !req
1513. If thou canst love me for this,
take me.
Copy !req
1514. If not, to say to thee
that I shall die, 'tis true,
Copy !req
1515. but for thy love,
by the Lord, no.
Copy !req
1516. Yet I love thee, too.
Copy !req
1517. If thou would have
such a one, take me.
Copy !req
1518. And take me, take a soldier.
Copy !req
1519. Take a soldier, take a king.
Copy !req
1520. And what sayest thou
then to my love?
Copy !req
1521. Speak, my fair.
Copy !req
1522. And fairly, too,
I pray thee.
Copy !req
1523. Is it possible that I should
love the enemy of France?
Copy !req
1524. No, Kate.
Copy !req
1525. It is not possible that you should love
the enemy of France, Kate.
Copy !req
1526. But in loving me,
you should love the friend of France,
Copy !req
1527. for I love France so well that I
will not part with a village of it.
Copy !req
1528. I will have it all mine.
Copy !req
1529. And, Kate, when France is mine
and I am yours,
Copy !req
1530. then yours is France
and you are mine.
Copy !req
1531. I cannot tell what is that.
Copy !req
1532. No, Kate?
Copy !req
1533. I will tell thee in French,
Copy !req
1534. which I am sure will
hang about my tongue
Copy !req
1535. like a new-married wife
about her husband's neck,
Copy !req
1536. hardly to be shook off.
Copy !req
1537. - Oh, wh— let me see.
Copy !req
1538. Uh, oh...
Copy !req
1539. It is as easy for me, Kate,
to conquer the kingdom
Copy !req
1540. as to speak
so much more French!
Copy !req
1541. I will never move thee in French
unless it be to laugh at me.
Copy !req
1542. No, faith, it is not.
Copy !req
1543. But tell me, Kate,
Copy !req
1544. canst thou understand
thus much English?
Copy !req
1545. Canst thou love me?
Copy !req
1546. I cannot tell.
Copy !req
1547. Well, can any
of your neighbors tell, Kate?
Copy !req
1548. I'll ask them.
Copy !req
1549. By mine honor, in true English,
I swear I love thee,
Copy !req
1550. by which honor I dare
not swear thou lovest me.
Copy !req
1551. Yet my blood begins
to flatter me that thou dost
Copy !req
1552. notwithstanding the poor
and untempering effect of my visage.
Copy !req
1553. Now beshrew
my father's ambition!
Copy !req
1554. He was thinking
of civil wars when he got me.
Copy !req
1555. Therefore was I created
with a stubborn outside,
Copy !req
1556. with an aspect of iron,
that when I come to woo ladies,
Copy !req
1557. I fright them.
Copy !req
1558. But, in faith, Kate, the elder I wax,
the better I shall appear.
Copy !req
1559. My comfort is that old age,
Copy !req
1560. that ill layer-up of beauty,
Copy !req
1561. can do no more spoil
upon my face.
Copy !req
1562. Thou hast me—
if thou hast me—
Copy !req
1563. at the worst.
Copy !req
1564. And thou shalt wear me—
if thou wear me—
Copy !req
1565. better and better.
Copy !req
1566. And, therefore, tell me,
most fair Katherine.
Copy !req
1567. Will you have me?
Copy !req
1568. Come, your answer
in broken music,
Copy !req
1569. for thy voice is music,
Copy !req
1570. and thy English broken.
Copy !req
1571. Therefore, queen of all,
Katherine,
Copy !req
1572. wilt thou have me?
Copy !req
1573. That is as it shall please
le roi mon pere.
Copy !req
1574. Nay, it shall
please him well, Kate.
Copy !req
1575. It shall please him, Kate.
Copy !req
1576. Then it shall also content me.
Copy !req
1577. Upon that,
I kiss your hand
Copy !req
1578. and I call you my queen.
Copy !req
1579. Then I will kiss your lips,
Kate.
Copy !req
1580. - Oh!
Copy !req
1581. Madame my interpreter,
what says she?
Copy !req
1582. That is not be the fashion
for the ladies of France—
Copy !req
1583. I cannot tell
what is "baiser" in English.
Copy !req
1584. To kiss?
Copy !req
1585. Your Majesty
entendre bettre que moi.
Copy !req
1586. Ah, it is not a fashion
for the maids in France
Copy !req
1587. to kiss before they are married,
would she say?
Copy !req
1588. Oui, vraiment.
Copy !req
1589. Oh, Kate.
Copy !req
1590. Nice customs curtsy
to great kings.
Copy !req
1591. You and I cannot be confined
within the weak list
Copy !req
1592. of a country's fashion.
Copy !req
1593. We...
Copy !req
1594. are the makers
of manners, Kate.
Copy !req
1595. Therefore, patiently
Copy !req
1596. and yielding.
Copy !req
1597. You have witchcraft
in your lips, Kate.
Copy !req
1598. There is more eloquence
in a sugar touch of them
Copy !req
1599. than in the tongues
of the French council.
Copy !req
1600. - Here comes your father.
Copy !req
1601. God save
Your Majesty.
Copy !req
1602. My royal cousin,
teach you our princess English?
Copy !req
1603. I would have her learn,
my fair cousin,
Copy !req
1604. how perfectly I love her...
Copy !req
1605. and that is good English.
Copy !req
1606. We have consented
to all terms of reason.
Copy !req
1607. And thereupon
give me your daughter.
Copy !req
1608. Take her,
fair son...
Copy !req
1609. and from her blood
raise up issue to me...
Copy !req
1610. that the contending kingdoms
of France and England,
Copy !req
1611. whose very shores look pale
with envy of each other's happiness,
Copy !req
1612. may cease their hatred...
Copy !req
1613. and this
dear conjunction
Copy !req
1614. plant neighborhood
Copy !req
1615. and Christian-like accord
in their sweet bosoms
Copy !req
1616. that never war advance
Copy !req
1617. his bleeding sword
Copy !req
1618. 'twixt England
and fair France.
Copy !req
1619. Amen.
Copy !req
1620. Now, welcome, Kate,
and bear me witness all
Copy !req
1621. that here I kiss her
as my sovereign queen.
Copy !req
1622. God, the best maker
of all marriages,
Copy !req
1623. combine our hearts in one,
our realms in one.
Copy !req
1624. As man and wife, being two,
are one in love,
Copy !req
1625. so be there 'twixt our kingdoms
such a spousal
Copy !req
1626. that never may ill office
or fell jealousy,
Copy !req
1627. which troubles oft
to the bed of blessed marriage,
Copy !req
1628. thrust in between
the paction of these kingdoms
Copy !req
1629. to make divorce
of their incorporate league,
Copy !req
1630. that English may as French,
Copy !req
1631. French Englishmen,
receive each other.
Copy !req
1632. God speak this.
Copy !req
1633. Amen.
Copy !req
1634. Amen.
Copy !req
1635. Thus far, with rough
and all-unable pen
Copy !req
1636. our bending author
hath pursued the story
Copy !req
1637. in little room
confining mighty men
Copy !req
1638. mangling by starts
the full course of their glory.
Copy !req
1639. Small time,
but in that small
Copy !req
1640. most greatly lived
this star of England.
Copy !req
1641. Fortune made his sword
Copy !req
1642. by which the world's
best garden he achieved,
Copy !req
1643. and of it left
his son imperial lord.
Copy !req
1644. Henry VI, in infant bands
crowned King of France and England,
Copy !req
1645. did this king succeed
Copy !req
1646. whose state so many
had the managing
Copy !req
1647. that they lost France
Copy !req
1648. and made his England bleed...
Copy !req
1649. which oft our stage
hath shown,
Copy !req
1650. and, for their sake,
Copy !req
1651. in your fair minds
Copy !req
1652. let this acceptance take.
Copy !req