1083King. Once more vnto the Breach,

1084Deare friends, once more;

1085Or close the Wall vp with our English dead:

1086In Peace, there's nothing so becomes a man,

1087As modest stillnesse, and humilitie:

1088But when the blast of Warre blowes in our eares,

1089Then imitate the action of the Tyger:

1090Stiffen the sinewes, commune vp the blood,

1091Disguise faire Nature with hard-fauour'd Rage:

1092Then lend the Eye a terrible aspect:

1093Let it pry through the portage of the Head,

1094Like the Brasse Cannon: let the Brow o'rewhelme it,

1095As fearefully, as doth a galled Rocke

1096O're-hang and iutty his confounded Base,

1097Swill'd with the wild and wastfull Ocean.

1098Now set the Teeth, and stretch the Nosthrill wide,

1099Hold hard the Breath, and bend vp euery Spirit

1100To his full height. On, on, you Noblish English,

1101Whose blood is fet from Fathers of Warre-proofe:

1102Fathers, that like so many Alexanders,

1103Haue in these parts from Morne till Euen fought,

1104And sheath'd their Swords, for lack of argument.

1105Dishonour not your Mothers: now attest,

1106That those whom you call'd Fathers, did beget you.

1107Be Coppy now to men of grosser blood,

1108And teach them how to Warre. And you good Yeomen,

1109Whose Lyms were made in England; shew vs here

1110The mettell of your Pasture: let vs sweare,

1111That you are worth your breeding: which I doubt not:

1112For there is none of you so meane and base,

1113That hath not Noble luster in your eyes.

1114I see you stand like Grey-hounds in the slips,

1115Straying vpon the Start. The Game's afoot:

1116Follow your Spirit; and vpon this Charge,

1117Cry, God for Harry, England, and S. George.