Anonymous: The Battle of Agincourt
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Anonymous: The Battle of Agincourt |
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O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene! . . . or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt? (Prologue)  Henry V |
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Once more into the breach, dear friends, oncemore; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favor'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect. (III,i)  Anonymous: King Henry V |
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And you, good yeoman, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture. (III,i) |
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And giddy fortune's furious fickle wheel.
(III,vi)
 W. F. Yeames: The Wooing of Henry V |
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| Come, your answer in broken music; for thy voice is music and thy English broken. (V,ii) |
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