Henry V
Important Quotations Explained
1. And
tell the pleasant Prince this mock of his
Hath
turned his balls to gunstones, and his soul
Shall
stand sore chargèd for the wasteful vengeance
That
shall fly from them—for many a thousand widows
Shall
this his mock mock out of their dear husbands,
Mock
mothers from their sons, mock castles down;
.
. .
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 on
To venge me
as I may, and to put forth
My rightful hand
in a well-hallowed cause.
(I.ii.281–293)
2. Then
imitate the action of the tiger.
Stiffen the
sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair
nature with hard-favoured rage.
Then lend
the eye a terrible aspect,
. . .
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 English,
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 argument.
Dishonour
not your mothers; now attest
That those whom
you called 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. . . .
(III.i.6–27)
3. ‘Tis
not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball,
The
sword, the mace, the crown imperial,
The intertissued
robe of gold and pearl,
The farcèd title running
fore the king,
The throne he sits on, nor
the tide of pomp
That beats upon the high
shore of this world—
No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous
ceremony,
Not all these, laid in bed majestical,
Can
sleep so soundly as the wretched slave
Who
with a body filled and vacant mind
Gets him
to rest, crammed with distressful bread;
.
. .
And but for ceremony such a wretch,
Winding
up days with toil and nights with sleep,
Had
the forehand and vantage of a king.
The slave,
a member of the country’s peace,
Enjoys it,
but in gross brain little wots
What watch
the King keeps to maintain the peace,
Whose
hours the peasant best advantages.
(IV.i.242–266)
4. If
we are marked to die, we are enough
To do
our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer
men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will,
I pray thee wish not one man more.
By Jove,
I am not covetous for gold,
. . .
But
if it be a sin to covet honour
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 honour
As one man more
methinks would share from me
For the best
hope I have. O do not wish one more.
Rather
proclaim it presently through my host
That
he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let
him depart. His passport shall be made
And
crowns for convoy put into his purse.
We would
not die in that man’s company
That fears his
fellowship to die with us.
(IV.iii.20–39)
5. I
think it is e’en Macedon where Alexander is porn. I tell you, captain,
if you look in the maps of the world I warrant you sall find, in
the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations,
look you, is both alike. There is a river in Macedon, and there
is also moreover a river at Monmouth. . . . If you mark Alexander’s
life well, Harry of Monmouth’s life is come after it indifferent
well. For there is figures in all things. Alexander, God knows,
and you know, in his rages and his furies and his wraths and his cholers
and his moods and his displeasures and his indignations, and also
being a little intoxicates in his prains, did in his ales and his
angers, look you, kill his best friend Cleitus —
(IV.vii.18–32)
Henry's no friend of mine
by ReadingShakespearefor450th, April 09, 2013
I just finished Henry V, the 19th Shakespeare play, in my quest to read all the Bard by his 450th birthday next year. If you're interested, visit my blog to find out what I thought of it and more on what I thought of Henry:









