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Shakespeare quotes on englandThey say he is already in the Forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England Therefore prepare you; I your commission will forthwith dispatch, And he Source: THE TRAGEDY OF HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK The bark is ready and the wind at help, Th' associates tend, and everything is bent For England It was the very day that young Hamlet was born- he that is mad, and sent into England Hang him, swaggering rascal! Let him not come hither; it is the foul-mouth'dst rogue in England If they miscarry, theirs shall second them; And so success of mischief shall be born, And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up Whiles England shall have generation For us, we will consider of this further; To-morrow shall you bear our full intent Back to our brother of England Say, if my father render fair return, It is against my will; for I desire Nothing but odds with England Where is Montjoy the herald? Speed him hence; Let him greet England with our sharp defiance Now forth, Lord Constable and Princes all, And quickly bring us word of England's fall Then let the trumpets sound The tucket sonance and the note to mount; For our approach shall so much dare the field That England shall couch down in fear and yield He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand thanks; and he esteems himself happy that he hath fall'n into the hands of one- as he thinks- the most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of England Take her, fair Source: THE LIFE OF KING HENRY THE FIFTH Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! Comets, importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky And with them scourge the bad revolting stars That have consented unto Henry's death! King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long! England ne'er lost a king of so much worth Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, Somerset; His grandfather was Lionel Duke of Clarence, Third son to the third Edward, King of England To Bordeaux, warlike Duke! to Bordeaux, York! Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's honour In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder, Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder They humbly sue unto your Excellence To have a godly peace concluded of Between the realms of England and of France And for the proffer of my lord your master, I have inform'd his Highness so at large, As, liking of the lady's virtuous gifts, Her beauty, and the value of her dower, He doth intend she shall be England's Queen [They shake their heads] Cannot my body nor blood sacrifice Entreat you to your wonted furtherance? Then take my soul-my body, soul, and all, Before that England give the French the foil Now the time is come That France must vail her lofty-plumed crest And let her head fall into England's lap As thou art knight, never to disobey Nor be rebellious to the crown of England Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England Anjou and Maine both given unto the French! Cold news for me, for I had hope of France, Even as I have of fertile England's soil Then, York, be still awhile, till time do serve; Watch thou and wake, when others be asleep, To pry into the secrets of the state; Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love With his new bride and England's dear-bought queen, And Humphrey with the peers be fall'n at jars; Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose, With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfum'd, And in my standard bear the arms of York, To grapple with the house of Lancaster; And force perforce I'll make him yield the crown, Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down As I was cause Your Highness came to England, so will I In England work your Grace's full content Beside the haughty Protector, have we Beaufort The imperious churchman; Somerset, Buckingham, And grumbling York; and not the least of these But can do more in England than the King Now, my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick, Our simple supper ended, give me leave In this close walk to satisfy myself In craving your opinion of my tide, Which is infallible, to England's crown And, Nevil, this I do assure myself, Richard shall live to make the Earl of Warwick The greatest man in England but the King Small curs are not regarded when they grin, But great men tremble when the lion roars, And Humphrey is no little man in England [Aside] Cold news for me; for I had hope of France As firmly as I hope for fertile England In your protectorship you did devise Strange tortures for offenders, never heard of, That England was defam'd by tyranny To France, to France, and get what you have lost; Spare England, for it is your native coast Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern better; For yet may England curse my wretched reign Ring bells aloud, burn bonfires clear and bright, To entertain great England's lawful king My lord, I have considered with myself The tide of this most renowned duke, And in my conscience do repute his Grace The rightful heir to England's royal seat About that which concerns your Grace and us- The crown of England, father, which is yours Now therefore be it known to noble Lewis That Henry, sole possessor of my love, Is, of a king, become a banish'd man, And forc'd to live in Scotland a forlorn; While proud ambitious Edward Duke of York Usurps the regal title and the seat Of England's true-anointed lawful King From worthy Edward, King of Albion, My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend, I come, in kindness and unfeigned love, First to do greetings to thy royal person, And then to crave a league of amity, And lastly to confirm that amity With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister, To England's King in lawful marriage Setting your scorns and your mislike aside, Tell me some reason why the Lady Grey Should not become my wife and England's Queen Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry, bear him hence; And once again proclaim us King of England Thus, after greeting, speaks the King of France In my behaviour to the majesty, The borrowed majesty, of England here You men of Angiers, open wide your gates And let young Arthur, Duke of Britaine, in, Who by the hand of France this day hath made Much work for tears in many an English mother, Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground; Many a widow's husband grovelling lies, Coldly embracing the discoloured earth; And victory with little loss doth play Upon the dancing banners of the French, Who are at hand, triumphantly displayed, To enter conquerors, and to proclaim Arthur of Britaine England's King and yours Bethink you, father; for the difference Is purchase of a heavy curse from Rome Or the light loss of England for a friend Now hear me speak with a prophetic spirit; For even the breath of what I mean to speak Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub, Out of the path which shall directly lead Thy foot to England's throne Why, cousin, wert thou regent of the world, It were a shame to let this land by lease; But for thy world enjoying but this land, Is it not more than shame to shame it so? Landlord of England art thou now, not King [Takes him aside] Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business, And finds the testy gentleman so hot That he will lose his head ere give consent His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it, Shall lose the royalty of England's throne Go, hie thee, hie thee from this slaughter-house, Lest thou increase the number of the dead, And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse, Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen I mean that with my soul I love thy daughter And do intend to make her Queen of England Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and Morton, He makes for England here to claim the crown Taunt him with the license of ink; if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England, set 'em down; go about it Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
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