In which array, brave soldier, doth he lie, Larding the plain; and by his bloody side, Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds, The noble Earl of Suffolk also lies. Suffolk first died: and York, all haggled over, Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd, And takes him by the beard; kisses the
The Duke of York commends him to your majesty Lives he, good uncle? thrice within this hour I saw him down; thrice up again and fighting; From helmet to the spur all blood he was
My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg The leading of the vaward Take it, brave York. Now, soldiers, march away: And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!
The Constable of France I pray thee, bear my former answer back: Bid them achieve me and then sell my bones. Good God! why should they mock poor fellows thus? The man that once did sell the lion's skin While the beast lived, was killed with hunting him. A many of our bodies shall no doubt Fin
Once more I come to know of thee, King Harry, If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, Before thy most assured overthrow: For certainly thou art so near the gulf, Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy, The constable desires thee thou wilt mind Thy followers of repentance; that their so
http://i791.photobucket.com/albums/yy199/ariawibawa/King_Henry_V_at_the_Battle_of_Agincourt.jpg Why, now thou hast unwish'd five thousand men; Which likes me better than to wish us one. You know your places: God be with you all!
My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed: The French are bravely in their battles set, And will with all expedience charge on us All things are ready, if our minds be so
What's he that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin: If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth f
My liege! My brother Gloucester's voice? Ay; I know thy errand, I will go with thee: The day, my friends and all things stay for me
O God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts; Possess them not with fear; take from them now The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers Pluck their hearts from them. Not to-day, O Lord, O, not to-day, think not upon the fault My father made in compassing the crown! I Richard's body have int
My lord, your nobles, jealous of your absence, Seek through your camp to find you Good old knight, Collect them all together at my tent: I'll be before thee
Indeed, the French may lay twenty French crowns to one, they will beat us; for they bear them on their shoulders: but it is no English treason to cut French crowns, and to-morrow the king himself will be a clipper. Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls, Our debts, our careful wives, Our childr
This will I also wear in my cap: if ever thou come to me and say, after to-morrow, 'This is my glove,' by this hand, I will take thee a box on the ear If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it
How shall I know thee again? Give me any gage of thine, and I will wear it in my bonnet: then, if ever thou darest acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel