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William Shakespeare on War

1564–1616 England

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Arm'd at point exactly, cap-à-pie.

Out, sword, and to a sore purpose!

Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins
To give each naked curtle-axe a stain,
That our French gallants shall today draw out,
And sheathe for lack of sport.

Died with their swords in hand.

Cymbeline (1611)

My sword hacked like a handsaw.

We measured swords and parted.

Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth.

As You Like It (1599)

O, thy vile lady!
She has robbed me of my sword.

With his own sword,
Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta’en
His head from him.

I thought upon one pair of English legs
Did march three Frenchmen.

Henry V (1599)

I knew him a good backsword man.

I would my son
Were in Arabia and thy tribe before him,
His good sword in his hand.

Blow, wind! come, wrack!
At least we'll die with harness on our back.

Macbeth (1605)

I and my sword will earn our chronicle.

I said an elder soldier, not a better.
Did I say, better?

Julius Cæsar (1599)

Here is my keen-edg’d sword,
Deck’d with five flower-de-luces on each side,
The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine’s churchyard,
Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.

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