Henry V Act 3 Scene 2 lyrics

SCENE II. The same.

Enter NYM, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, and Boy

BARDOLPH
On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the breach!

NYM
Pray thee, corporal, stay: the knocks are too hot;
and, for mine own part, I have not a case of lives:
the humour of it is too hot, that is the very
plain-song of it.

PISTOL
The plain-song is most just: for humours do abound:
Knocks go and come; God's vassals drop and die;
And sword and shield,
In bloody field,
Doth win immortal fame.

BOY
Would I were in an alehouse in London! I would give
all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.

PISTOL
And I:
If wishes would prevail with me,
My purpose should not fail with me,
But thither would I hie.