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Henry V

Act III, Scene 3

The same. Before the gates.
 
[The Governor and some Citizens on the walls; the English forces below. Enter KING HENRY and his train]
 
KING HENRY V
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      How yet | resolves | the go|vernor | of the town?
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      This is | the la|test parle | we will | admit:
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      Therefore | to our / best mer|cy give | yourselves,
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      Or like | to men | proud of de|struction,
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        Defy || us to our | worst: for | as I | am a | soldier,
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      A name | that in | my thoughts | becomes | me best;
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      If I | begin | the bat|tery once | again,
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      I will | not leave | the half-|achieved | Harflew,
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      Till in her | ashes | she lie | buried.
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      The gates | of mer|cy shall be | all shut up,
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      And the / fleshed sol|dier, rough | and hard | of heart,
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      In li|berty | of bloo|dy hand,| shall range
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      With con|science wide | as hell,| mowing | like grass
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      Your fresh-fair vir|gins, and your | flowering | infants.
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      What is | it then | to me,| if impi|ous war,
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      Arrayed | in flames | like to | the prince | of fiends,
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      Do with his | smirched com|plexion | all fell feats
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      Enlinked | to waste | and de|sola|tion?
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        What || is it | to me,| when you | yourselves | are cause,
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      If your / pure mai|dens fall | into | the hand
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      Of hot | and for|cing vi|ola|tion?
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      What rein | can hold | licen|tious wick|edness,
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      When down | the hill | he holds | his fierce | career?
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      We may | as boot|less spend | our vain | command
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      Upon | the enra|ged sol|diers in | their spoil,
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      As send | precepts / to the | levi|athan,|| to come | ashore.
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      Therefore,| you men | of Har||flew,
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      Take | pity of your | town and | of your | people,
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      Whiles yet | my sol|diers are | in my | command,
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      Whiles yet | the cool | and tem|perate wind | of grace
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      Oreblows | the fil|thy and | conta|gious clouds
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      Of hea|dly mur|der, spoil,| and vil|lany.
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      If not:| why in | a mo|ment look | to see
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      The blind | and bloo|dy sol|dier, with / foul hand
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      Defile | the locks | of your shrill-|shrieking | daughters:
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      Your fa|thers ta|ken by | the sil|ver beards,
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      And their / most re|verend heads | dashed to | the walls:
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      Your na|ked in|fants^spit|ted u/pon pikes,
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      Whiles the / mad mo|thers, with | their howls | confused,
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      Do break | the clouds;| as did the | wives of | Jewry,
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      At He|rod's bloo|dy-hun|ting slaugh|termen.
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      What say | you? Will | you yield,| and this | avoid?
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      Or guil|ty in | defense,| be thus | destroyed.
 
GOVERNOR
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      Our ex|pecta|tion hath | this day | an end:
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      The Dau|phin, whom | of suc|cors we en|treated,
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      Returns | us, that his | powers are | yet not | ready,
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      To raise | so great | a siege.| Therefore | great^king,
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      We yield | our town | and lives | to thy soft | mercy:
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      Enter | our gates,| dispose | of us | and ours,
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      For we | no lon|ger are | defen|sible.
 
KING HENRY V
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      Open | your gates:| Come^un|cle Ex|eter,
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      Go you | and en|ter Har|flew; there | remain,
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      And for|tify | it strong|ly against | the French:
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      Use^mer|cy to them | all for | us, dear | uncle.
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      The win|ter co|ming on | and sick|ness gro||wing
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      Upon | our sol|diers, we | will retire | to Calais.
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      Tonight | in Har|flew we | will be | your guest,
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      Tomor|row for | the march | are we | addressed.
 
[Flourish. The King and his train enter the town]

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