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1. Prologue
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[Enter Chorus]
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Chorus.
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O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
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The brightest heaven of invention,
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A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
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And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
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Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,
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Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels,
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Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire
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Crouch for employment. But pardon, and gentles all,
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The flat unraised spirits that have dared
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On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth
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So great an object: can this cockpit hold
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The vasty fields of France? or may we cram
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Within this wooden O the very casques
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That did affright the air at Agincourt?
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O, pardon! since a crooked figure may
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Attest in little place a million;
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And let us, ciphers to this great accompt,
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On your imaginary forces work.
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Suppose within the girdle of these walls
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Are now confined two mighty monarchies,
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Whose high upreared and abutting fronts
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The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder:
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Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts;
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Into a thousand parts divide on man,
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And make imaginary puissance;
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Think when we talk of horses, that you see them
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Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth;
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For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings,
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Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times,
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Turning the accomplishment of many years
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Into an hour-glass: for the which supply,
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Admit me Chorus to this history;
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Who prologue-like your humble patience pray,
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Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.
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2. Act I, Scene 1
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London. An ante-chamber in the KING’S palace.
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[Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY, and the BISHOP OF ELY]
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Archbishop of Canterbury.
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My lord, I'll tell you; that self bill is urged,
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Which in the eleventh year of the last king's reign
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Was like, and had indeed against us pass'd,
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But that the scambling and unquiet time
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Did push it out of farther question.
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Bishop of Ely.
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But how, my lord, shall we resist it now?
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Archbishop of Canterbury.
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It must be thought on. If it pass against us,
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We lose the better half of our possession:
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For all the temporal lands which men devout
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By testament have given to the church
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Would they strip from us; being valued thus:
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As much as would maintain, to the king's honour,
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Full fifteen earls and fifteen hundred knights,
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Six thousand and two hundred good esquires;
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And, to relief of lazars and weak age,
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Of indigent faint souls past corporal toil.
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A hundred almshouses right well supplied;
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And to the coffers of the king beside,
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A thousand pounds by the year: thus runs the bill.
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Bishop of Ely.
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This would drink deep.
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Archbishop of Canterbury.
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'Twould drink the cup and all.
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Bishop of Ely.
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But what prevention?
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Archbishop of Canterbury.
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The king is full of grace and fair regard.
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Bishop of Ely.
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And a true lover of the holy church.
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Archbishop of Canterbury.
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The courses of his youth promised it not.
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The breath no sooner left his father's body,
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But that his wildness, mortified in him,
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Seem'd to die too; yea, at that very moment
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Consideration, like an angel, came
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And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him,
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Leaving his body as a paradise,
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To envelop and contain celestial spirits.
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Never was such a sudden scholar made;
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Never came reformation in a flood,
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With such a heady currance, scouring faults
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Nor never Hydra-headed wilfulness
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So soon did lose his seat and all at once
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As in this king.
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Bishop of Ely.
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We are blessed in the change.
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Archbishop of Canterbury.
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Hear him but reason in divinity,
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And all-admiring with an inward wish
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You would desire the king were made a prelate:
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Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs,
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You would say it hath been all in all his study:
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List his discourse of war, and you shall hear
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A fearful battle render'd you in music:
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Turn him to any cause of policy,
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The Gordian knot of it he will unloose,
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Familiar as his garter: that, when he speaks,
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The air, a charter'd libertine, is still,
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And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears,
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To steal his sweet and honey'd sentences;
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So that the art and practic part of life
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Must be the mistress to this theoric:
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Which is a wonder how his grace should glean it,
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Since his addiction was to courses vain,
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His companies unletter'd, rude and shallow,
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His hours fill'd up with riots, banquets, sports,
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And never noted in him any study,
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Any retirement, any sequestration
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From open haunts and popularity.
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Bishop of Ely.
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The strawberry grows underneath the nettle
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And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best
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Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality:
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And so the prince obscured his contemplation
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Under the veil of wildness; which, no doubt,
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Grew like the summer grass, fastest by night,
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Unseen, yet crescive in his faculty.
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Archbishop of Canterbury.
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It must be so; for miracles are ceased;
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And therefore we must needs admit the means
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How things are perfected.
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Bishop of Ely.
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But, my good lord,
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How now for mitigation of this bill
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Urged by the commons? Doth his majesty
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Incline to it, or no?
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Archbishop of Canterbury.
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He seems indifferent,
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Or rather swaying more upon our part
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Than cherishing the exhibiters against us;
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For I have made an offer to his majesty,
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Upon our spiritual convocation
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And in regard of causes now in hand,
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Which I have open'd to his grace at large,
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As touching France, to give a greater sum
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Than ever at one time the clergy yet
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Did to his predecessors part withal.
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Bishop of Ely.
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How did this offer seem received, my lord?
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Archbishop of Canterbury.
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With good acceptance of his majesty;
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Save that there was not time enough to hear,
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As I perceived his grace would fain have done,
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The severals and unhidden passages
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Of his true titles to some certain dukedoms
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And generally to the crown and seat of France
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Derived from Edward, his great-grandfather.
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Bishop of Ely.
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What was the impediment that broke this off?
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Archbishop of Canterbury.
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The French ambassador upon that instant
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Craved audience; and the hour, I think, is come
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To give him hearing: is it four o'clock?
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Bishop of Ely.
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It is.
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Archbishop of Canterbury.
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Then go we in, to know his embassy;
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Which I could with a ready guess declare,
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Before the Frenchman speak a word of it.
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Bishop of Ely.
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I'll wait upon you, and I long to hear it.
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3. Act I, Scene 2
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The same. The Presence chamber.
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[Enter KING HENRY V, GLOUCESTER, BEDFORD, EXETER,] [p]WARWICK, WESTMORELAND, and Attendants]
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Henry V.
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Where is my gracious Lord of Canterbury?
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Duke of Exeter.
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Not here in presence.
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Henry V.
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Send for him, good uncle.
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Earl of Westmoreland.
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Shall we call in the ambassador, my liege?
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Henry V.
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Not yet, my cousin: we would be resolved,
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Before we hear him, of some things of weight
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That task our thoughts, concerning us and France.
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[Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY, and the BISHOP of ELY]
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Archbishop of Canterbury.
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God and his angels guard your sacred throne
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And make you long become it!
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Henry V.
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Sure, we thank you.
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My learned lord, we pray you to proceed
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And justly and religiously unfold
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Why the law Salique that they have in France
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Or should, or should not, bar us in our claim:
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And God forbid, my dear and faithful lord,
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That you should fashion, wrest, or bow your reading,
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Or nicely charge your understanding soul
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With opening titles miscreate, whose right
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Suits not in native colours with the truth;
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For God doth know how many now in health
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Shall drop their blood in approbation
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Of what your reverence shall incite us to.
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Therefore take heed how you impawn our person,
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How you awake our sleeping sword of war:
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We charge you, in the name of God, take heed;
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For never two such kingdoms did contend
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Without much fall of blood; whose guiltless drops
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Are every one a woe, a sore complaint
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'Gainst him whose wrong gives edge unto the swords
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That make such waste in brief mortality.
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Under this conjuration, speak, my lord;
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For we will hear, note and believe in heart
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That what you speak is in your conscience wash'd
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As pure as sin with baptism.
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Archbishop of Canterbury.
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Then hear me, gracious sovereign, and you peers,
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That owe yourselves, your lives and services
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To this imperial throne. There is no bar
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To make against your highness' claim to France
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But this, which they produce from Pharamond,
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'In terram Salicam mulieres ne succedant:'
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'No woman shall succeed in Salique land:'
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Which Salique land the French unjustly gloze
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To be the realm of France, and Pharamond
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The founder of this law and female bar.
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Yet their own authors faithfully affirm
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That the land Salique is in Germany,
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Between the floods of Sala and of Elbe;
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Where Charles the Great, having subdued the Saxons,
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There left behind and settled certain French;
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Who, holding in disdain the German women
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For some dishonest manners of their life,
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Establish'd then this law; to wit, no female
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Should be inheritrix in Salique land:
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Which Salique, as I said, 'twixt Elbe and Sala,
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Is at this day in Germany call'd Meisen.
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Then doth it well appear that Salique law
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Was not devised for the realm of France:
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Nor did the French possess the Salique land
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Until four hundred one and twenty years
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After defunction of King Pharamond,
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Idly supposed the founder of this law;
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Who died within the year of our redemption
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Four hundred twenty-six; and Charles the Great
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Subdued the Saxons, and did seat the French
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Beyond the river Sala, in the year
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Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say,
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King Pepin, which deposed Childeric,
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Did, as heir general, being descended
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Of Blithild, which was daughter to King Clothair,
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Make claim and title to the crown of France.
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Hugh Capet also, who usurped the crown
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Of Charles the duke of Lorraine, sole heir male
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Of the true line and stock of Charles the Great,
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To find his title with some shows of truth,
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'Through, in pure truth, it was corrupt and naught,
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Convey'd himself as heir to the Lady Lingare,
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Daughter to Charlemain, who was the son
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To Lewis the emperor, and Lewis the son
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Of Charles the Great. Also King Lewis the Tenth,
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Who was sole heir to the usurper Capet,
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Could not keep quiet in his conscience,
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Wearing the crown of France, till satisfied
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That fair Queen Isabel, his grandmother,
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Was lineal of the Lady Ermengare,
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Daughter to Charles the foresaid duke of Lorraine:
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By the which marriage the line of Charles the Great
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Was re-united to the crown of France.
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So that, as clear as is the summer's sun.
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King Pepin's title and Hugh Capet's claim,
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King Lewis his satisfaction, all appear
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To hold in right and title of the female:
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So do the kings of France unto this day;
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Howbeit they would hold up this Salique law
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To bar your highness claiming from the female,
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And rather choose to hide them in a net
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Than amply to imbar their crooked titles
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Usurp'd from you and your progenitors.
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Henry V.
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May I with right and conscience make this claim?
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Archbishop of Canterbury.
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The sin upon my head, dread sovereign!
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For in the book of Numbers is it writ,
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When the man dies, let the inheritance
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Descend unto the daughter. Gracious lord,
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Stand for your own; unwind your bloody flag;
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Look back into your mighty ancestors:
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Go, my dread lord, to your great-grandsire's tomb,
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From whom you claim; invoke his warlike spirit,
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And your great-uncle's, Edward the Black Prince,
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Who on the French ground play'd a tragedy,
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Making defeat on the full power of France,
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Whiles his most mighty father on a hill
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Stood smiling to behold his lion's whelp
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Forage in blood of French nobility.
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O noble English. that could entertain
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With half their forces the full Pride of France
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And let another half stand laughing by,
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All out of work and cold for action!
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Bishop of Ely.
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Awake remembrance of these valiant dead
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And with your puissant arm renew their feats:
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You are their heir; you sit upon their throne;
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The blood and courage that renowned them
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Runs in your veins; and my thrice-puissant liege
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Is in the very May-morn of his youth,
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Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises.
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Duke of Exeter.
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Your brother kings and monarchs of the earth
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Do all expect that you should rouse yourself,
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As did the former lions of your blood.
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Earl of Westmoreland.
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They know your grace hath cause and means and might;
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So hath your highness; never king of England
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Had nobles richer and more loyal subjects,
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Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England
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And lie pavilion'd in the fields of France.
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Archbishop of Canterbury.
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O, let their bodies follow, my dear liege,
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With blood and sword and fire to win your right;
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In aid whereof we of the spiritualty
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Will raise your highness such a mighty sum
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As never did the clergy at one time
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Bring in to any of your ancestors.
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Henry V.
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We must not only arm to invade the French,
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But lay down our proportions to defend
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Against the Scot, who will make road upon us
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With all advantages.
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Archbishop of Canterbury.
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They of those marches, gracious sovereign,
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Shall be a wall sufficient to defend
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Our inland from the pilfering borderers.
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Henry V.
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We do not mean the coursing snatchers only,
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But fear the main intendment of the Scot,
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Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to us;
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For you shall read that my great-grandfather
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Never went with his forces into France
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But that the Scot on his unfurnish'd kingdom
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Came pouring, like the tide into a breach,
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With ample and brim fulness of his force,
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Galling the gleaned land with hot assays,
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Girding with grievous siege castles and towns;
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That England, being empty of defence,
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Hath shook and trembled at the ill neighbourhood.
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Archbishop of Canterbury.
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She hath been then more fear'd than harm'd, my liege;
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For hear her but exampled by herself:
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When all her chivalry hath been in France
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And she a mourning widow of her nobles,
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She hath herself not only well defended
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But taken and impounded as a stray
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The King of Scots; whom she did send to France,
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To fill King Edward's fame with prisoner kings
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And make her chronicle as rich with praise
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As is the ooze and bottom of the sea
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With sunken wreck and sunless treasuries.
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Earl of Westmoreland.
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But there's a saying very old and true,
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'If that you will France win,
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Then with Scotland first begin:'
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For once the eagle England being in prey,
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To her unguarded nest the weasel Scot
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Comes sneaking and so sucks her princely eggs,
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Playing the mouse in absence of the cat,
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To tear and havoc more than she can eat.
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Duke of Exeter.
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It follows then the cat must stay at home:
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Yet that is but a crush'd necessity,
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Since we have locks to safeguard necessaries,
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And pretty traps to catch the petty thieves.
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While that the armed hand doth fight abroad,
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The advised head defends itself at home;
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For government, though high and low and lower,
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Put into parts, doth keep in one consent,
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Congreeing in a full and natural close,
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Like music.
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Archbishop of Canterbury.
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Therefore doth heaven divide
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The state of man in divers functions,
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Setting endeavour in continual motion;
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To which is fixed, as an aim or butt,
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Obedience: for so work the honey-bees,
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Creatures that by a rule in nature teach
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The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
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They have a king and officers of sorts;
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Where some, like magistrates, correct at home,
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Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad,
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Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings,
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Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds,
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Which pillage they with merry march bring home
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To the tent-royal of their emperor;
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Who, busied in his majesty, surveys
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The singing masons building roofs of gold,
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The civil citizens kneading up the honey,
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The poor mechanic porters crowding in
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Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate,
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The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,
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Delivering o'er to executors pale
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The lazy yawning drone. I this infer,
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That many things, having full reference
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To one consent, may work contrariously:
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As many arrows, loosed several ways,
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Come to one mark; as many ways meet in one town;
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As many fresh streams meet in one salt sea;
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As many lines close in the dial's centre;
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So may a thousand actions, once afoot.
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End in one purpose, and be all well borne
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Without defeat. Therefore to France, my liege.
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Divide your happy England into four;
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Whereof take you one quarter into France,
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And you withal shall make all Gallia shake.
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If we, with thrice such powers left at home,
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Cannot defend our own doors from the dog,
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Let us be worried and our nation lose
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The name of hardiness and policy.
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Henry V.
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Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin.
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[Exeunt some Attendants]
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Now are we well resolved; and, by God's help,
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And yours, the noble sinews of our power,
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France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe,
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Or break it all to pieces: or there we'll sit,
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Ruling in large and ample empery
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O'er France and all her almost kingly dukedoms,
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Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn,
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Tombless, with no remembrance over them:
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Either our history shall with full mouth
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Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave,
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Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth,
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Not worshipp'd with a waxen epitaph.
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Now are we well prepared to know the pleasure
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Of our fair cousin Dauphin; for we hear
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Your greeting is from him, not from the king.
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First Ambassador.
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May't please your majesty to give us leave
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Freely to render what we have in charge;
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Or shall we sparingly show you far off
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The Dauphin's meaning and our embassy?
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Henry V.
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We are no tyrant, but a Christian king;
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Unto whose grace our passion is as subject
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As are our wretches fetter'd in our prisons:
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Therefore with frank and with uncurbed plainness
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Tell us the Dauphin's mind.
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First Ambassador.
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Thus, then, in few.
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Your highness, lately sending into France,
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Did claim some certain dukedoms, in the right
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Of your great predecessor, King Edward the Third.
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In answer of which claim, the prince our master
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Says that you savour too much of your youth,
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And bids you be advised there's nought in France
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That can be with a nimble galliard won;
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You cannot revel into dukedoms there.
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He therefore sends you, meeter for your spirit,
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This tun of treasure; and, in lieu of this,
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Desires you let the dukedoms that you claim
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Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin speaks.
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Henry V.
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What treasure, uncle?
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Duke of Exeter.
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Tennis-balls, my liege.
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Henry V.
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We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us;
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His present and your pains we thank you for:
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When we have march'd our rackets to these balls,
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We will, in France, by God's grace, play a set
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Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard.
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Tell him he hath made a match with such a wrangler
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That all the courts of France will be disturb'd
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With chaces. And we understand him well,
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How he comes o'er us with our wilder days,
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Not measuring what use we made of them.
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We never valued this poor seat of England;
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And therefore, living hence, did give ourself
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To barbarous licence; as 'tis ever common
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That men are merriest when they are from home.
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But tell the Dauphin I will keep my state,
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Be like a king and show my sail of greatness
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When I do rouse me in my throne of France:
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For that I have laid by my majesty
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And plodded like a man for working-days,
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But I will rise there with so full a glory
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That I will dazzle all the eyes of France,
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Yea, strike the Dauphin blind to look on us.
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And tell the pleasant prince this mock of his
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Hath turn'd his balls to gun-stones; and his soul
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Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance
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That shall fly with them: for many a thousand widows
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Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands;
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Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down;
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And some are yet ungotten and unborn
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That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn.
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But this lies all within the will of God,
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To whom I do appeal; and in whose name
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Tell you the Dauphin I am coming on,
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To venge me as I may and to put forth
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My rightful hand in a well-hallow'd cause.
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So get you hence in peace; and tell the Dauphin
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His jest will savour but of shallow wit,
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When thousands weep more than did laugh at it.
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Convey them with safe conduct. Fare you well.
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Duke of Exeter.
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This was a merry message.
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Henry V.
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We hope to make the sender blush at it.
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Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour
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That may give furtherance to our expedition;
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For we have now no thought in us but France,
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Save those to God, that run before our business.
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Therefore let our proportions for these wars
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Be soon collected and all things thought upon
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That may with reasonable swiftness add
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More feathers to our wings; for, God before,
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We'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door.
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Therefore let every man now task his thought,
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That this fair action may on foot be brought.
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