:45:03
The game's afoot!
Follow your spirit,
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and upon this charge, cry,
"God for Harry,
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England and Saint George!"
:45:15
[All] God for harry,
England and Saint George!
:45:20
[All shouting]
:45:24
[Shouts of
encouragement]
:45:30
Up to the breach,
you dogs!
:45:35
Avaunt, you cullions!
:45:46
[Panting]
:45:48
Captain Fluellen, you must
come presently to the mines.
:45:51
The duke of Gloucester
would speak with you.
:45:53
Tell the duke it is not so good
to come to the mines.
:45:56
For look you, the mines is not
according to the disciplines of war.
:46:00
By Cheshu, I think he will
blow up all,
:46:03
if there is not
better direction. [explosion]
:46:07
The duke of Gloucester,
to whom the order...
:46:09
of the siege is given, is altogether
directed by an Irishman.
:46:14
[Trumpet blowing]
It's Captain Macmorris, is it not?
:46:16
- I think it be.
- By Cheshu, he is an ass in the world.
:46:20
[Chuckles]
He has no more directions...
:46:22
in the true disciplines of the
wars than is a puppy dog.
:46:28
Here he comes, and the Scots
captain, Captain Jamy, with him.
:46:30
Oh, no, Captain Jamy is a marvelous,
valorous gentleman, that is certain.
:46:34
I say... good day,
Captain Fluellen.
:46:39
Good day to your worship,
good Captain James.
:46:41
How now, Captain Macmorris?
Have you quit the mines? By Christ, la.
:46:44
The workish give over.
:46:46
The trumpets
sound the retreat.
:46:48
By my hand,
'tis ill done.
:46:50
Captain Macmorris,
I beseech you now,
:46:53
a few disputations as partly
touching the disciplines of the war,
:46:57
partly to satisfy
my opinion...
:46:59
and partly for
the satisfaction of my mind,