Renowned for their deeds as far from home, Breasting the lofty surge: 0, do but think follow: still, England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old Whose rocky shore beats back the envious women, siege Either past or not arrived to pith and puisOf watery Neptune, is now bound in with sance; shame, 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] comes back; 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. kind, And eke out our performance with your 3. England at War mind. [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 row'd sea, 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 call’d 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 doubt not; George!" The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll, And the third hour of drowsy morning name. Proud of their numbers and secure in soul, The confident and over-lusty French Do the low-rated English play at dice; And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night Who, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp So tediously away. The poor condemned English, Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires Sit patiently, and inly ruminate The morning's danger, and their gesture sad Investing lank-lean cheeks and war-worn 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 cry, “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 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. [Erit [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 tents 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! Ere. 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. [E.rit Salisbury Bed. He is as full of valor as of kind ness; Princely in both. Let him depart; his passport shall be made, home, scars, And say, “These wounds I had on Crispin's day." Enter the King West. 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 Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, names, 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 day. more, BALLAD OF AGINCOURT MICHAEL DRAYTON 1 By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, England: 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, 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. 13 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. 15 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 MICHAEL DRAYTON 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. THE DEEDS OF ELIZABETHAN SEAMEN RICHARD HAKLUYT 2 Britons, you stay too long; Quickly aboard bestow you! And with a merry gale Swell your stretched sail, With vows as strong As the winds that blow you! 3 [From the Voyages, 1589] To harp no longer upon this string, and to speak a word of that just commendation whic 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 |
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