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Behold, the English beach. 10 Pales in the flood with men, with wives and boys, Whose shouts and claps outvoice the deep-mouthed sea, Which like a mighty whiffler 'fore the king. Seems to prepare his way. So let him land, And solemnly see him set on to London. 15 So swift a pace hath thought that even now.
God’s arm strike with us! 'Tis a fearful odds. God be wi' you, princes all. I’ll to my charge. If we no more meet till we meet in heaven, Then joyfully, my noble Lord of Bedford, My dear Lord Gloucester, and my good Lord Exeter, And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu.
Summary: Act 3: Scene 1. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit. To his full height. On, on, you noblest English, Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof…. See Important Quotations Explained. In the midst of the siege, King Henry appears to rally his soldiers.
KING HENRY. Now sits the wind fair, and we will aboard. —My Lord of Cambridge, and my kind Lord of Masham, And you, my gentle knight, give me your thoughts. 15 Think you not that the powers we bear with us. Will cut their passage through the force of France, Doing the execution and the act.
KING HENRY. Now sits the wind fair, and we will aboard. —My Lord of Cambridge, and my kind Lord of Masham, And you, my gentle knight, give me your thoughts. 15 Think you not that the powers we bear with us. Will cut their passage through the force of France, Doing the execution and the act.
Go with my brothers to my lords of England. I and my bosom must debate awhile, And then I would no other company. The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry! The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry! 35 God-a-mercy, old heart, thou speak’st cheerfully. God-a-mercy, old heart, thou speak’st cheerfully.
Upon the hempen tackle, shipboys climbing. Hear the shrill whistle, which doth order give. To sounds confused. Behold the threaden sails, Borne with th' invisible and creeping wind, Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowed sea, Breasting the lofty surge. Oh, do but think. You stand upon the rivage and behold.
