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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 noth|ing so | becomes | a man,
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As mod|est still|ness, and | humil|ity:
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But when | the blast | of war | blows in | our
ears,
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Then im|itate | the ac|tion of | the tig||er:
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Stif|fen the sin|ews, 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 port|age 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 | confound|ed base,
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Swilled | with the | wild and | wasteful | ocean.
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Now set | the teeth,| and stretch | the nost|ril
wide,
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Hold hard the breath,| and bend | up eve|ry
spirit
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To his full | height. On, on,| you
nob|lest^Eng||lish, ??
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Whose blood | is fet | from fath|ers 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 ev|en
fought,
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And sheathed | their swords,| for lack | of
arg|ument.
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Dishon|or not | your moth|ers: 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 past|ure: 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 nob|le lust|er 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]