1:50:02
There is 10,000...
1:50:04
- Geese? Villain?
- Soldiers, sir.
1:50:08
Thou lily-livered boy.
What soldiers, patch?
1:50:13
Those linen cheeks of thine
are counsellors to fear.
1:50:17
What soldiers, whey-face?
1:50:20
The English force, so please you.
1:50:29
Seyton! Take thy face hence.
1:50:36
I am sick at heart, when I behold...
Seyton, I say!
1:50:49
I have lived long enough.
1:50:52
My way of life is fallen
into the sear, the yellow leaf.
1:50:56
And that which should accompany
old age, as honour, love...
1:51:02
... obedience, troops of friends...
1:51:07
... I must not look to have.
1:51:11
But in their stead, curses...
1:51:16
... not loud, but deep.
1:51:20
Mouth-honour...
1:51:23
... breath which the poor heart
would fain deny and dare not.
1:51:29
- Seyton!
- What's your gracious pleasure?
1:51:33
- What news more?
- All is confirmed which was reported.
1:51:38
I'll fight till from my bones my flesh
be hacked! Give me my armour!
1:51:42
- 'Tis not needed yet.
- I'll put it on.
1:51:50
Send out more horses,
scour the country.
1:51:53
Hang those that talk of fear.
1:51:55
Come, put mine armour on,
give me my sword.
1:51:59
Doctor, the thanes fly from me.
Come, sir, despatch.