The fire-eyed maid of smoky war
All hot and bleeding will we offer them.
Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better.
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.
Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 154.
That I may truly say with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, I came, I saw, and overcame.
Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 45.
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| text = <poem>Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
From camp to camp through the foul womb of night
The hum of either army stilly sounds.
The armourers, accomplishing the knights,
With busy hammers closing rivets up,
Give dreadful note of preparation.
With clink of hammers closing rivets up.
Colley Cibber's altered version of Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3.
There are few die well that die in a battle.
He which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made.
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.
It is war's prize to take all vantage.
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act I. Sc. 4. Same in
Schiller—Wallenstein's Tod. Act I. Sc. 4.
Sound trumpets! let our bloody colours wave!
And either victory, or else a grave.
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 173.
They shall have wars and pay for their presumption.
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 114.
WAR
Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war.
Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 270.
The cannons have their bowels full of wrath,
And ready mounted are they to spit forth
Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls.
King John. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 210.
Now for the bare-pick'd bone of majesty
Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest
And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace.
King John. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 148.
Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars
And brought in matter that should feed this fire;
And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out
With that same weak wind which enkindled it.
King John. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 83.
I drew this gallant head of war,
And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world,
To outlook conquest and to win renown
Even in the jaws of danger and of death.
King John. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 113.
When the hurly-burly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.
Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 3.
Hang out our banners on the outward walls.
Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 1.
Blow, wind! come, wrack!
At least we'll die with harness on our back.
Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 51.
Lay on, Macduff,
And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold,
enough!"
Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 8. L. 33.
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.
Richard II. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 8.
Let's march without the noise of threat'ning drum.
Richard II. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 51.
He is come to open
The purple testament of bleeding war.
Richard II. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 93.
Grim-visag'd war hath smoothed his wrinkled front.
Richard III. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 9.
Thus far into the bowels of the land
Have we march'd without impediment.
Richard III. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 3.
