It was great pity, so it was,
That villanous saltpetre should be digg'd
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
So cowardly; and but for these vile guns
He would himself have been a soldier.
Act I, scene 3, line 59.
We must have bloody noses and crack'd crowns,
And pass them current too. God's me, my horse!
Act II, scene 3, line 96.
The fire-eyed maid of smoky war
All hot and bleeding will we offer them.
Act IV, scene 1, line 114.
Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better.
Act IV, scene 2, line 71.
The arms are fair,
When the intent of bearing them is just.
Our battle is more full of names than yours,
Our men more perfect in the use of arms,
Our armour all as strong, our cause the best;
Then reason will our hearts should be as good.
Act IV, scene 1, line 154.
That I may truly say with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, I came, I saw, and overcame.
Act IV, scene 3, line 45.
O war! thou son of hell,
Whom angry heavens do make their minister,
Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
Hot coals of vengeance! Let no soldier fly.
He that is truly dedicate to war
Hath no self-love, nor he that loves himself,
Hath not essentially but by circumstance
The name of valour.
The bay-trees in our country all are wither'd
And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven;
The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth
And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change;
Rich men look sad and ruffians dance and leap,
The one in fear to lose what they enjoy,
The other to enjoy by rage and war.
Act II, scene 4, line 8.
Let's march without the noise of threat'ning drum.
Act III, scene 3, line 51.
He is come to open
The purple testament of bleeding war.