Internet Shakespeare Editions

Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: James D. Mardock
Peer Reviewed

Henry V (Quarto 1, 1600)


Enter the foure French Lords.
Ge. O diabello.
Const. Mor du ma vie.
2461.1Or. O what a day is this!
2460Bur. O Iour dei houte all is gone, all is lost.
Con. We are inough yet liuing in the field,
To smother vp the English,
2480If any order might be thought vpon.
Bur. A plague of order, once more to the field,
2481.1And he that will not follow Burbon now,
Let him go home, and with his cap in hand,
Like a bace leno hold the chamber doore,
Why least by a slaue no gentler then my dog,
.5His fairest daughter is contamuracke.
Con. Disorder that hath spoyld vs, right vs now,
Come we in heapes, weele offer vp our liues
Vnto these English, or else die with fame.
Come, come along,
.10Lets dye with honour, our shame doth last too long.
Exit omnes.