All of Shakespeare’s plays.
My lord, you do not well in obstinacy
To cavil in the course of this contract:
If once it be neglected, ten to one
We shall not find like opportunity.
I do embrace thee, as I would embrace
The Christian prince, King Henry, were he here.
And I again, in Henry's royal name,
As deputy unto that gracious king,
Give thee her hand, for sign of plighted faith.
Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth
To be the princely bride of such a lord;
Upon condition I may quietly
Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou,
Free from oppression or the stroke of war,
My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please.
Welcome, brave earl, into our territories:
Command in Anjou what your honour pleases.
Upon thy princely warrant, I descend
To give thee answer of thy just demand.
Speaks Suffolk as he thinks?
Suffolk, what remedy?
I am a soldier, and unapt to weep,
Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness.
Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends;
Enter, and cry 'The Dauphin!' presently,
And then do execution on the watch.
By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower;
Which, once discern'd, shows that her meaning is,
No way to that, for weakness, which she enter'd.
And so was mine, my lord.
If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour him.
'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,
Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors.
Why ring not out the bells aloud throughout the town?
Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires
And feast and banquet in the open streets,
To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.
Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;
Drive them from Orleans and be immortalized.
My lord, where are you? what devise you on?
Shall we give over Orleans, or no?
Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean?
My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.
She takes upon her bravely at first dash.
Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous feats?
I think, by some odd gimmors or device
Their arms are set like clocks, stiff to strike on;
Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do.
By my consent, we'll even let them alone.
Salisbury is a desperate homicide;
He fighteth as one weary of his life.
The other lords, like lions wanting food,
Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.
Let's raise the siege: why live we idly here?
Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear:
Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury;
And he may well in fretting spend his gall,
Nor men nor money hath he to make war.
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