[Note those in green are minimum necessary to know and use!]
Page | Quotation |
1 | A true lover of the Christian Church |
1 | His addiction was to courses vain, His companies unletter’d, rude, his hours filled up with riots, banquets, sports… |
1 | Take heed… How you awake our sleeping sword of war… In the name of God |
1 | My learned lord…Justly and religiously unfold why the Salique law they have in France bar us in our claim? |
2 | Henry:May I with right and conscience make this claim? Canterbury: The sin upon my head… |
2 | We are no tyrant but a Christian king. |
3 | But this lies all within the will of God to whom I do appeal; and in whose name tell you the Dauphin I am coming. |
3 | For many a thousand widows… And some are yet ungotten and unborn that shall have cause to curse the Dauphin’s scorn. |
4 | never was monarch better feare’d and loved… |
4 | We carry not a heart with us that grows not in fair consent with ours. |
5 | Henry: O let us yet be merciful. Cambridge: and yet punish too. Henry: if little faults be not winked at how shall we stretch our eye when capital crimes apear before us? |
5 | Cambridge: I do confess my fault and do submit to your highness’ mercy. Henry: The mercy that was quick in us but late by your own counsel is suppress’d and killed. |
7 | God so graciously hath brought to light this dangerous treason… |
7 | Let us deliver our puissance into the hand of God. |
8 | Once more into the breach dear Friends or close up the wall with our English dead. |
9 | On, on you noblest English |
9 | Cry God For Harry, England and Saint George. |
9 | Whose limbs were made in England |
9 | You are worth your breeding |
9 | For as I am a soldier, a name that in my thoughts becomes me best. |
9 | You men of Harfleur, take pity of your town, your people; if not… Will you yield and this avoid? |
10 | Use mercy to them all. |
10 | Fluellen: One is like to be executed for robbing a church… If your majesty know the man? Henry: We shall have all such offenders cut off. |
10 | Nothing compelled, nothing taken but paid for, none of the French upbraided or abused. |
11 | With cheerful semblance… That every wretch plucks comfort… Thawing cold fear. |
11 | Behold the royal captain of this ruin’d band walking from watch to watch and tent to tent, bids them good morrow and calls them brothers, friends… |
12 | I think the king is but a man as I am |
12 | His fears be of the same relish as ours |
13 | His cause being just and his quarrel honourable |
13 | The king is not bound to answer for the particular endings of his soldiers |
14 | The king would not be ransomed. |
15 | Upon the king… Let us lay our lives, our souls, our debts our wives… Our sins. O hard condition. |
15 | I am a king and I know … [a king does not] sleep so soundly as does the slave. |
15 | Such a wretch… Little wots, what watch a king keeps to maintain the peace. |
16 | Lord, think not upon the fault my father Richard made in compassing the throne… I have five hundred poor in yearly pay, who twice a day, hold up to heaven, to pardon blood; |
and I have built two chantries where the priests sing for Richard’s soul. More will I do… | |
17 | I am not covetous for gold but … Honour |
17 | The fewer men the greater share of honour |
17 | He that outlives this day… Will show his wounds… Names familiar as household words …Shall be remembered, shall be my brother |
17 | And Gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here. |
19 | O God thy arm was here, and not to us but to thy arm alone ascribe we all. |
19 | …Here was a royal fellowship of death |
19 | …teach a soldier terms such as will enter at a lady’s ear |
20 | I speak to thee plain soldier |
20 | if thou canst love a fellow of this temper… That never looks in his glass for love of anything he sees there. |
21 | take me, take a soldier, take a king |
21 | And Kate, when France is mine and I am yours then yours is France and you are mine. |
21 | Good Kate, mock me mercifully. |
22 | I was created with a stubborn outside, an aspect of iron and when I come to woo ladies I fright them. |
22 | Old age can do no more spoil upon my face |
22 | Come your answer in broken music, for thy voice is music and thy English broken. |
23 | Kate, nice customs curtsy to great kings… you and I are the makers of manners. |