The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

‘Henry V’ (1599) act 2, sc. 3, l. [7]
He’s in Arthur’s bosom, if ever man went to Arthur’s bosom. A’ made a finer end, and went
away an it had been any christom child; a’ parted even just between twelve and one, even at the
turning o’ the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile
upon his fingers’ ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and a’
babbled of green fields.
‘Henry V’ (1599) act 2, sc. 3, l. [9]
So a’ cried out ‘God, God, God!’ three or four times: now I, to comfort him, bid him a’ should
not think of God, I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So a’
bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as
cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and so upward, and upward, and all was as cold as any
stone.
‘Henry V’ (1599) act 2, sc. 3, l. [19]
Boy: Yes, that a’ did; and said they were devils incarnate.
Hostess: A’ never could abide carnation; ’twas a colour he never liked. boy: A’ said once, the
devil would have him about women.
‘Henry V’ (1599) act 2, sc. 3, l. [33]
Trust none;
For oaths are straws, men’s faiths are wafer-cakes,
And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck.
‘Henry V’ (1599) act 2, sc. 3, l. [53]
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favoured rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect.
‘Henry V’ (1599) act 3, sc. 1, l. 1
On, on you noblest English!
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof;
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought,
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument.
‘Henry V’ (1599) act 3, sc. 1, l. 17
And you, good yeomen,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture.