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Monologues for Men


A thing devised by the enemy.

Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge.

Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls;

Conscience is but a word that cowards use,

Devis’d at first to keep the strong in awe:

Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law!

March on, join bravely, let us to it pell-mell;

If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.

His oration to his Army.

What shall I say more than I have inferr’d?

Remember whom you are to cope withal:

A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways,

A scum of Britains and base lackey peasants,

Whom their o’ercloyed country vomits forth

To desperate adventures and assur’d destruction.

You sleeping safe, they bring to you unrest;

You having lands, and blest with beauteous wives,

They would restrain the one, distain the other.

And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow,

Long kept in Britain at our mother’s cost?

A milksop, one that never in his life

Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow?

Let’s whip these stragglers o’er the seas again;

Lash hence these overweening rags of France,

These famish’d beggars weary of their lives,

Who (but for dreaming on this fond exploit)

For want of means, poor rats, had hang’d themselves.

If we be conquered, let men conquer us,

And not these bastard Britains, whom our fathers

Have in their own land beaten, bobb’d, and thump’d,

And in record left them the heirs of shame.

Shall these enjoy our lands? lie with our wives?

Ravish our daughters?

Drum afar off.

Hark, I hear their drum.

Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen!

Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head!

Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood;

Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!

A thousand hearts are great within my bosom.

Advance our standards, set upon our foes.

Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George,

Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!

Upon them! Victory sits on our helms.

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