William Shakespeare: The Life of King Henry V

2. SCENE II. The same.

[Enter Nym, Bardolph, Pistol, and Boy.]

On, on, on, on, on! To the breach, to the breach!

Pray thee, corporal, stay. The knocks are too hot; and, for
mine own part, I have not a case of lives. The humour of it is
too hot; that is the very plain-song of it.

The plain-song is most just, for humours do abound.
"Knocks go and come; God's vassals drop and die;
     And sword and shield,
     In bloody field,
Doth win immortal fame."

Would I were in an alehouse in London! I would give all my
fame for a pot of ale and safety.

And I.
"If wishes would prevail with me,
My purpose should not fail with me,
     But thither would I hie."

"As duly, but not as truly,
     As bird doth sing on bough."

[Enter Fluellen.]

Up to the breach, you dogs! Avaunt, you cullions!

[Driving them forward.]

Be merciful, great Duke, to men of mould.
Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage,
Abate thy rage, great Duke!
Good bawcock, bate thy rage; use lenity, sweet chuck!

These be good humours! Your honour wins bad humours.

[Exeunt [all but Boy.]

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