I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot;
Follow your spirit: and upon this charge,
Cry — God for Harry! England and Saint George!

“Not all the water in the rough rude seaCan wash the balm from an anointed King;”

“Out, you tallow-face! You baggage!”

“There is a tide in the affairs of menWhich, taken at the flood, leads on to for…”

“What man I dare, I dare. Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, the armed …”