The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

‘Henry V’ (1599) act 3, sc. 1, l. 25
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot:
Follow your spirit; and, upon this charge
Cry ‘God for Harry! England and Saint George!’
‘Henry V’ (1599) act 3, sc. 1, l. 31
Would I were in an alehouse in London! I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety.
‘Henry V’ (1599) act 3, sc. 2, l. [13]
Men of few words are the best men.
‘Henry V’ (1599) act 3, sc. 2, l. [40]
A’ never broke any man’s head but his own, and that was against a post when he was drunk.
‘Henry V’ (1599) act 3, sc. 2, l. [43]
One Bardolph, if your majesty know the man: his face is all bubukles, and whelks, and knobs,
and flames o’ fire. I
‘Henry V’ (1599) act 3, sc. 6, l. [110]
Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils.
‘Henry V’ (1599) act 3, sc. 7, l. [166]
Now entertain conjecture of a time
When creeping murmur and the poring dark
Fills the wide vessel of the universe.
From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night,
The hum of either army stilly sounds,
That the fixed sentinels almost receive
The secret whispers of each other’s watch.
Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames
Each battle sees the other’s umbered face:
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night’s dull ear; and from the tents
The armourers, accomplishing the knights,
With busy hammers closing rivets up,
Give dreadful note of preparation.
‘Henry V’ (1599) act 4, chorus, l. 1
The royal captain of this ruin’d band.
‘Henry V’ (1599) act 4, chorus, l. 29
A largess universal, like the sun
His liberal eye doth give to every one,
Thawing cold fear.
‘Henry V’ (1599) act 4, chorus, l. 43
A little touch of Harry in the night.
‘Henry V’ (1599) act 4, chorus, l. 47