Henry V

King Henry V: Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more; or close the wall up with our English dead!

[Delivering a message from King Henry to the french King.]
Exeter: This is his claim, his threatning and my message. Unless the Dauphin be in presence here, to whom expressly I bring greeting too.
French King: For us, we will consider of this further. Tomorrow shall you bear our full intent back to our brother England.
Dauphin: For the Dauphin, I stand here for him. What to him from England?
Exeter: Scorn and defiance, slight regard, contempt and any thing that may not misbecome the mighty sender, doth he prize you at. Thus says my king.

[Addressing the troops.]
Henry: And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by from this day until the ending of the world but we in it shall be remembered. We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he today who 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 acursed they were not here, and hold their manhoods cheap whilst any speaks, that fought with us upon St. Crispin's day!

Henry: We would not seek a battle as we are, yet as we are, we say we will not shun it.

Henry: Thou hast me, if thou hast me, at the worst; and thou shalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and better.

Henry: If little faults proceeding on distemper shall not be winked at, how shall we stretch our eye, when capital crimes, chewed, swallowed and digested appear before us?

King Henry: Canst thou love me?
Princess Katherine: I cannot tell.
King Henry: Can any of your neighbors tell, Kate? I'll ask them.

King Henry: Customs curtsy to great kings. We are the makers of manners, Kate.

King Henry: (After kissing Princess Katherine) You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate. There is more eloquence in a sugar-touch of them than in the tongues of the French Council.

Chorus: A kingdom for a stage, princes to act.

Henry V: We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.

Constable: Where have they this mettle? Is not their climate foggy, raw and dull?

Montjoy: Give us leave, great king, to view the field in safety and dispose of their dead bodies.
King Henry: I tell thee truly, herald, I know not if the day be ours or no.
Montjoy: The day is yours.
King Henry: Praised be God and not our strength for it! What is this castle called that stands hard by?
Montjoy: They call it Agincourt.
King Henry: Then call we this the field of Agincourt, fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.

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