"A far more glorious star thy soul will make / Than Julius Caesar or bright--"
— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)
Work Title
Date
1594
Metaphor
"A far more glorious star thy soul will make / Than Julius Caesar or bright--"
Metaphor in Context
BEDFORD
Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms--
Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead.
Posterity, await for wretched years,
When, at their mothers' moistened eyes, babes shall suck,
Our isle be made a marish of salt tears,
And none but women left to wail the dead.
Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate:
Prosper this realm; keep it from civil broils;
Combat with adverse planets in the heavens.
A far more glorious star thy soul will make
Than Julius Caesar or bright--
Enter a Messenger
MESSENGER
My honourable lords, health to you all.
Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture.
Guyenne, Compiègne, Rouen, Rheims, Orléans,
Paris, Gisors, Poitiers are all quite lost.
(I.i.46-69)
Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms--
Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead.
Posterity, await for wretched years,
When, at their mothers' moistened eyes, babes shall suck,
Our isle be made a marish of salt tears,
And none but women left to wail the dead.
Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate:
Prosper this realm; keep it from civil broils;
Combat with adverse planets in the heavens.
A far more glorious star thy soul will make
Than Julius Caesar or bright--
Enter a Messenger
MESSENGER
My honourable lords, health to you all.
Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture.
Guyenne, Compiègne, Rouen, Rheims, Orléans,
Paris, Gisors, Poitiers are all quite lost.
(I.i.46-69)
Categories
Provenance
HDIS
Citation
Shakespeare, William. The Complete Works. Oxford Shakespeare. Electronic Edition for the IBM PC. Stanley Wells and Gary Taylor, Editor.
Date of Entry
08/05/2003
Date of Review
10/23/2003
