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Quotes from Henry V — William Shakespeare

1564–1616 England

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List his discourse of war, and you shall hear
A fearful battle render'd you in music.

Henry V (1599)

Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs,
Piercing the night's dull ear.

Henry V (1599)

By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I’ll kill him; by this sword, I will.

Henry V (1599)

Sure he's not in hell; he's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom.

Henry V (1599)

Is in the very May-morn of his youth,
Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises.

Henry V (1599)

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention.

Henry V (1599)

What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet,
But poison'd flattery?

Henry V (1599)

* Peace,
Dear nurse of arts, plenties and joyful births.

Henry V (1599)

I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.

Henry V (1599)

O God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts;
Possess them not with fear; take from them now
The sense of reckoning, if the opposèd numbers
Pluck their hearts from them.

Henry V (1600)

O ceremony, show me but thy worth!
What is thy soul of adoration?
Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form,
Creating awe and fear in other men?

Henry V (1599)

What infinite heart's ease
Must kings neglect, that private men enjoy?
And what have kings that privates have not too,
Save ceremony, save general ceremony?

Henry V (1599)

Plant neighborhood and Christian-like accord
In their sweet bosoms.

Henry V (1599)

Most fair,
Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms
Such as will enter at a lady's ear
And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?

Henry V (1599)

All is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes.

Henry V (1599)

What art thou, thou idol ceremony?
What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more
Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers?

Henry V (1599)

And when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt,
The organs, though defunct and dead before,
Break up their drowsy grave and newly move
With casted slough and fresh legerity.

Henry V (1599)

You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy;
For your own reasons turn into your bosoms,
As dogs upon their masters, worrying you.

Henry V (1599)

Behold the threaden sails,
Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottomes through the furrow'd sea,
Breasting the lofty surge.

Henry V (1599)

We cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen that live honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will be thought we keep a bawdy house straight.

Henry V (1599)

Attribution

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