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Renowned for their deeds as far from home, Breasting the lofty surge: 0, do but think
still, England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old Whose rocky shore beats back the envious
Either past or not arrived to pith and puisOf watery Neptune, is now bound in with
For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd With inky blots and rotten parchment With one appearing hair, that will not folbonds:
low That England, that was wont to conquer These culld and choice-drawn cavaliers to others,
France? Hath made a shameful conquest of itself. Work, work your thoughts, and therein see Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life, a siege; How happy then were my ensuing death! Behold the ordnance on their carriages,
With fatal mouths gaping on girded Har2. Unity Against the Foe
fleur. [The speech of Faulconbridge, Shake- Suppose the ambassador from the French speare's King John]
Tells Harry that the king doth offer him Bast. This England never did, nor never Katharine his daughter, and with her, to shall,
dowry, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror,
Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms. But when it first did help to wound itself. The offer likes not: and the nimble gunner Now these her princes are come home again, With linstock now the devilish cannon Come the three corners of the world in arms,
touches, And we shall shock them. Nought shall
[Alarum, and chambers go off make us rue,
And down goes all before them. Still be If England to itself do rest but true.
And eke out our performance with your 3. England at War
[Exit [From Shakespeare's Henry V, Act III) Enter Chorus
SCENE I. France. Before Harfleur Chor. Thus with imagined wing our swift Alarum. Enter King HENRY, EXETER, BEDscene flies
FORD, GLOUCESTER, and Soldiers, with scalIn motion of no less celerity
ing-ladders. Than that of thought. Suppose that you K. Hen. Once more unto the breach, dear have seen
friends, once more; The well-appointed king at Hampton pier Or close the wall up with our English dead. Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet In peace there's nothing so becomes a man With silken streamers the young Phæbus As modest stillness and humility; fanning:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Play with your fancies, and in them behold Then imitate the action of the tiger; Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give Disguise fair nature with hard-favor'd rage: To sounds confused; behold the threaden Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; sails,
Let it pry through the portage of the head Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erDraw the huge bottoms through the fur- whelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
The country cocks do crow, the clocks do
toll, And the third hour of drowsy morning
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. 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 Eng
lish, Whose blood is fet from fathers of war
proof! Fathers, that, like so many Alexanders, Have in these parts from morn till even
fought And sheathed their swords for lack of argu
ment: Dishonor not your mothers; now attest That those whom you callid fathers did beget
you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good
yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show
us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding; which I
Proud of their numbers and secure in soul,
coats Presenteth them unto the gazing moon So many horrid ghosts. O now, who will
behold The royal captain of this ruin'd band Walking from watch to watch, from tent to
tent, Let him
“Praise and glory on his head!" For forth he goes and visits all his host, Bids them good morrow with a modest smile, And calls them brothers, friends, and coun
trymen. Upon his royal face there is no note How dread an army hath enrounded him; Nor doth he dedicate one jot of color Unto the weary and all-watched night, But freshly looks and over-bears attaint With cheerful semblance and sweet majesty; That every wretch, pining and pale before, Beholding him, plucks comfort from his
looks: A largess universal like the sun His liberal eye doth give to every one, Thawing cold fear, that mean and gentle all, Behold, as may unworthiness define, A little touch of Harry in the night. And so our scene must to the battle fly; Where—0 for pity!—we shall much dis
grace With four or five most vile and ragged foils, Right ill-disposed in brawl ridiculous, The name of Agincourt. Yet sit and see, Minding true things by what their mockeries be.
[From Act IV) Enter Chorus
Chor. Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp through the foul womb
of night The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch: Fire answers fire, and through their paly
flames Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful
neighs Piercing the night's dull ear, and from the
SCENE III. The English Camp Enter GLOUCESTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, ER
PINGHAM, with all his host; SALISBURY and WESTMORELAND. Glou. Where is the king?
Bed. The king himself is rode to view
their battle. West. Of fighting men they have full
three-score thousand. Exe. There's five to one; besides, they all
are fresh. Sal. God's arm strike with us ! 'tis a fear
ful 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 ! Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good
luck go with thee! Exe. Farewell, kind lord; fight valiantly
today: And yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, For thou art framed of the firm truth of valor.
[Exit Salisbury Bed. He is as full of valor as of kind
ness; Princely in both.
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
scars, And say, "These wounds I had on Crispin's
day.” Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day: then shall our
names, Familiar in his mouth as household words, Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Glou
cester, Be in their flowing cups freshly remem
ber'd. This story shall the good man teach his son: And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he today that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother: be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in England now abed Shall think themselves accursed they were
not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any
speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's
Enter the KING
O that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in Eng
land That do no work today!
K. Hen. What's he that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair
cousin : If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honor. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man
more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul alive. No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from
England: God's peace! I would not lose so great an
honor As one man more, methinks, would share
from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish
one more! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through
my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
BALLAD OF AGINCOURT
Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance; Nor now to prove oựr chance
Longer will tarry; But putting to the main, At Caux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train
Landed King Harry.
Gloucester, that duke so good,
With his brave brother. Clarence, in steel so bright, Though but a maiden knight, Yet in that furious fight,
Scarce such another!
14 Warwick in blood did wade; Oxford, the foe invade, And cruel slaughter made,
Still as they ran up. Suffolk his axe did ply; Beaumont and Willoughby Bare them right doughtily; Ferrers, and Fanhope.
To England to carry.
Such a King Harry?
ing privileges ? who ever saw, before this regiment, an English Ligier in the stately porch of the Grand Signor at Constantinople? who ever found English consuls and agents at Tripolis in Syria, at Aleppo, at Babylon, at Balsara, and which is more, who ever heard of Englishman at Goa before now? what English ships did heretofore ever anchor in the mighty river of Plate? pass and repass the unpassable (in former opinion) Strait of Magellan, range along the coast of Chili, Peru, and all the backside of Nova Hispania, further than any christian ever passed, traverse the mighty breadth of the South Sea, land upon the Luzones in despite of the enemy, enter into alliance, amity, and traffic with the princes of the Moluccas and the isle of Java, double the famous cape of Bona Speranza, arrive at the isle of St. Helena, and last of all return home most richly laden with the commodities of China, as the subjects of this now flourishing monarchy have done?
TO THE VIRGINIAN VOYAGE
THE DEEDS OF ELIZABETHAN SEAMEN
[From the Voyages, 1589] To harp no longer upon this string, and to speak a word of that just commendation which our nation do indeed deserve: it cannot be denied, but as in all former ages they have been men full of activity, stirrers abroad, and searchers of the remote parts of the world, so in this most famous and peerless government of her most excellent Majesty, her subjects, through the special assistance and blessing of God, in searching the most opposite corners and quarters of the world, and to speak plainly, in compassing the vast globe of the earth more than once, have excelled all the nations and people of the earth. For which of the kings of this land before her Majesty had their banners ever seen in the Caspian sea ? which of them hath ever dealt with the emperor of Persia as her Majesty hath done, and obtained for her merchants large and lov
1 You brave heroic minds, Worthy your country's name,
That honor still pursue;
Go and subdue! Whilst loitering hinds Lurk here at home with shame.
2 Britons, you stay too long; Quickly aboard bestow you !
And with a merry gale
Swell your stretched sail,
Rocks, lee-shores, nor shoals,
When Eolus scowls, You need not fear, So absolute the deep.
4 And, cheerfully at sea, Success you still entice,
To get the pearl and gold;