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Monologues for Men

CON.

To horse, you gallant princes! straight to horse!

Do but behold yond poor and starved band,

And your fair show shall suck away their souls,

Leaving them but the shales and husks of men.

There is not work enough for all our hands,

Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins

To give each naked curtle-axe a stain,

That our French gallants shall today draw out,

And sheathe for lack of sport. Let us but blow on them,

The vapor of our valor will o’erturn them.

’Tis positive against all exceptions, lords,

That our superfluous lackeys and our peasants,

Who in unnecessary action swarm

About our squares of battle, were enow

To purge this field of such a hilding foe;

Though we upon this mountain’s basis by

Took stand for idle speculation—

But that our honors must not. What’s to say?

A very little little let us do,

And all is done. 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 crouch down in fear, and yield.

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