Quotes from Henry V
23 notable lines from William Shakespeare · c. 1599
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.
King Henry, the St. Crispin's Day speech, Act IV.iii Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; or close the wall up with our English dead.
Henry V, Henry V The game's afoot: Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'
King Henry, the assault on Harfleur, Act III.i And gentlemen in England now a-bed 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.
King Henry, the St. Crispin's Day speech, Act IV.iii O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention.
Chorus, Prologue (Act I) In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger.
King Henry, the assault on Harfleur, Act III.i Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage.
King Henry, the assault on Harfleur, Act III.i This day is called the feast of Crispian.
King Henry, the St. Crispin's Day speech, Act IV.iii He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
King Henry, the St. Crispin's Day speech, Act IV.iii But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
King Henry, before Agincourt, Act IV.iii The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
King Henry, before Agincourt, Act IV.iii Can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt?
Chorus, Prologue (Act I) A little touch of Harry in the night.
Chorus, Prologue (Act IV) His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields.
Mistress Quickly, describing Falstaff's death, Act II.iii Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts.
Chorus, Prologue (Act I) Now all the youth of England are on fire, And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies.
Chorus, Prologue (Act II) When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.
King Henry, before Harfleur, Act III.vi The king's a bawcock, and a heart of gold, a lad of life, an imp of fame.
Pistol, Henry V Men of few words are the best men.
Boy, Act III.ii Base is the slave that pays.
Pistol, Act II.i We are the makers of manners, Kate; and the liberty that follows our places stops the mouth of all find-faults.
King Henry, wooing Katharine, Act V.ii Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting.
The Dauphin, Act II.iv