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  1. KING HENRY VI. This battle is like the time between early morning and day, when fading clouds fight with the growing light. At such a time, the shepherd, warming his hands by blowing on them, can't call it completely day or night. Now it goes one way, like a powerful sea forced by the tide to fight with the wind.

  2. KING HENRY VI. This battle fares like to the morning's war, When dying clouds contend with growing light, What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails, Can neither call it perfect day nor night. Now sways it this way, like a mighty sea Forced by the tide to combat with the wind; Now sways it that way, like the selfsame sea Forced to retire by ...

  3. Henry VI. This battle fares like to the morning's war, When dying clouds contend with growing light, What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails, 1105. Can neither call it perfect day nor night. Now sways it this way, like a mighty sea. Forced by the tide to combat with the wind;

  4. Jul 31, 2015 · Henry VI, Part 3 is dominated by a struggle between two military forces, neither of which can achieve victory for long. Until the end, the Yorkists and Lancastrians strive for the English crown. The conflict between these two families began under….

  5. Henry VI. Ah, know you not the city favours them, And they have troops of soldiers at their beck? Duke of Exeter. But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly. 75; Henry VI. Far be the thought of this from Henry's heart, To make a shambles of the parliament-house! Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words and threats Shall be the war that Henry means ...

  6. The battle I see before me is like the morning battle in the sky, as the sun burns off the clouds with its light. This time of morning a shepherd, warming his hands with his breath, could not call it day or night. Now the battle sways this way, like the sea fighting with the wind.

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  8. See how the morning opes her golden gates, And takes her farewell of the glorious sun! How well remembers it the prime of youth, Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love! Edw. Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns? Rich. Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun; Not separated with the racking clouds, But serv'd in a pale clear-shining sky.