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Henry V

Act III, Scene 1

France. Before Harflew.
 
[Alarum. Enter KING HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD, GLOUCESTER, and Soldiers, with scaling-ladders]
 
KING HENRY V
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      Once more un|to the breach,
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      Dear friends, once | more;    (tri with prev)
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      Or close | the wall | up with | our Eng|lish dead:
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      In peace,| there's no|thing so | becomes | a man,
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      As mo|dest still|ness, and | humi|lity:
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      But when | the blast | of war | blows in | our ears,
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      Then i|mitate | the ac|tion of | the ti||ger:
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      Stif|fen the si|news, summon up | the blood,
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      Disguise | fair na/ture with | hard-favored^rage;
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      Then lend | the eye | a ter|rible / aspect:
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      Let it | pry through | the por|tage of | the head,
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      Like the brass can|non: let | the brow | orewhelm it,
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      As fear|fully,| as doth | a gal|led rock
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      Orehang | and jut|ty his | confoun|ded base,
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      Swilled | with the | wild and | wasteful | ocean.
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      Now set | the teeth,| and stretch | the nos|tril wide,
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      Hold hard the breath,| and bend | up ev|ery spirit
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      To his full | height. On, on,| you no|blest^Eng||lish,
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      Whose blood | is fet | from fa|thers of / war-proof:
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      Fathers,| that like | so many | Alex|anders,
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      Have in | these parts | from morn | till e|ven fought,
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      And sheathed | their swords,| for lack | of ar|gument.
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      Disho|nor not | your mo|thers: now | attest,
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      That those | whom you called | fathers,| did be|get you.
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      Be co|py now | to men | of gros|ser blood,
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      And teach | them how | to war.| And you good | yeomen,
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      Whose limbs | were made | in Eng|land; show | us here
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      The met|tle of | your pas|ture: let | us swear,
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      That you are | worth your | breeding;| which I / doubt not:
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      For there | is none | of you | so mean | and base,
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      That hath | not no|ble lus|ter in | your eyes.
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      I see | you stand | like grey|hounds in | the slips,
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      Straining | upon | the start.| The game's | afoot:
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      Follow | your spirit,| and u|pon this charge
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      Cry, God for Har|ry, Eng|land, and / Saint George.
 
[Exeunt. Alarum, and chambers go off]

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