They know your grace hath cause and means and might; So hath your highness; never king of England Had nobles richer and more loyal subjects, Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England And lie pavilion’d in the fields of France.
They know your grace has the cause, the means, and the strength; So does your highness; no king of England Ever had nobles more loyal and richer subjects, Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England And rest now in the fields of France.
Westmoreland · Act 1, Scene 2
Westmoreland is assuring Henry that his English nobles are ready to fight, richer and more loyal than any king before him could command. Their hearts, he says, have left their bodies in England and lie now in French fields, waiting to be reclaimed by victory. The line lands because it is the language of absolute loyalty—nobles who have given themselves entirely to the king's cause, holding nothing back. It shows why Henry can win a war that should be unwinnable: his men are willing to die for him.
O that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England That do no work to-day!
Oh, if only we had here Ten thousand of those men in England Who are not fighting today!
Westmoreland · Act 4, Scene 3
On the eve of Agincourt, Westmoreland wishes aloud that he had ten thousand more soldiers from England to turn the battle in his favor. He speaks it as a soldier's regret, but Henry will immediately reframe it—Westmoreland is wrong to want more men, and the fewer soldiers they have, the greater the honor of victory. The line matters because it is the last moment of doubt, and Henry's response will silence it forever, convincing his army that smallness is strength and that they are about to do the impossible.
God’s arm strike with us! ’tis a fearful odds. God be wi’ you, princes all; I’ll to my charge: If we no more meet till we meet in heaven, Then, joyfully, my noble Lord of Bedford, My dear Lord Gloucester, and my good Lord Exeter, And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu!
God’s strength be with us! The odds are terrifying. God be with you, princes all; I’ll go to my post: If we don’t meet again till heaven, then, joyfully, my noble Lord of Bedford, My dear Lord Gloucester, and my good Lord Exeter, And my kind kinsman, warriors all, goodbye!
Westmoreland · Act 4, Scene 3
Salisbury is saying goodbye to his fellow nobles before the battle, speaking the prayer of a man who knows he might not see them again in this world. He commends them to God, calls them warriors and kinsmen, and bids them a farewell that sounds final. The line matters because it is the voice of a soldier at peace with his mortality, certain of his loyalty, and ready to accept whatever comes. Salisbury does not survive Agincourt, and his words are his epitaph.