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  • Title: Henry V (Quarto 1, 1600)
  • Editor: James D. Mardock
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-409-7

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: James D. Mardock
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    Henry V (Quarto 1, 1600)

    of Henry the fifth.
    The ciuell citizens lading vp the honey,
    The sad eyde Iustice with his surly humme,
    350Deliuering vp to executors pale, the lazy caning Drone.
    This I infer, that 20. actions once a foote,
    351.1May all end in one moment.
    As many Arrowes losed seuerall wayes, flye to one marke:
    355As many seuerall wayes meete in one towne:
    As many fresh streames run in one selfe sea:
    As many lines close in the dyall center:
    So may a thousand actions once a foote,
    End in one moment, and be all well borne without defect.
    360Therefore my Liege to France,
    Diuide your happy England into foure,
    Of which take you one quarter into France,
    And you withall, shall make all Gallia shake.
    If we with thrice that power left at home,
    365Cannot defend our owne doore from the dogge,
    Let vs be beaten, and from henceforth lose
    The name of pollicy and hardinesse.
    Ki. Call in the messenger sent frō the Dolphin,
    370And by your ayde, the noble sinewes of our land,
    France being ours, weele bring it to our awe,
    Or breake it all in peeces:
    Eyther our Chronicles shal with full mouth speak
    Freely of our acts,
    Or else like toonglesse mutes
    380Not worshipt with a paper Epitaph:
    Enter Thambassadors from France.
    Now are we well prepared to know the Dolphins pleasure,
    For we heare your comming is from him.
    385Ambassa. Pleaseth your Maiestie to giue vs leaue
    Freely to render what we haue in charge:
    Or shall I sparingly shew a farre off,
    The Dolphins pleasure and our Embassage?
    King. We are no tyrant, but a Christian King,
    390To whom our spirit is as subiect,
    As are our wretches fettered in our prisons.