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These blessed candles of the night.

      — The Merchant of Venice, Act V Scene 1

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1

Henry V
[I, 2]

Henry V

450

We hope to make the sender blush at it.
Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour
That may give furtherance to our expedition;
For we have now no thought in us but France,
Save those to God, that run before our business.
Therefore let our proportions for these wars
Be soon collected and all things thought upon
That may with reasonable swiftness add
More feathers to our wings; for, God before,
We'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door.
Therefore let every man now task his thought,
That this fair action may on foot be brought.

2

Henry V
[II, 1]

Bardolph

568

Hear me, hear me what I say: he that strikes the
first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts, as I am a soldier.

3

Henry V
[II, 1]

Nym

626

The king hath run bad humours on the knight; that's
the even of it.

4

Henry V
[III, 7]

Constable of France

1765

If the English had any apprehension, they would run away.

5

Henry V
[III, 7]

Duke of Orleans

1771

Foolish curs, that run winking into the mouth of a
Russian bear and have their heads crushed like
rotten apples! You may as well say, that's a
valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.

6

Henry V
[IV, 5]

Lewis the Dauphin

2452

Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes. O merchante fortune!
Do not run away.

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