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When Henry Rallied Troops for One Last Stand
The Shakespeare Conference: SHK 14.2339  Thursday, 11 December 2003

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        Date:   Wednesday, 10 Dec 2003 08:51:29 -0500
        Subj:   Re: SHK 14.2316 When Henry Rallied Troops for One Last Stand

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        Date:   Wednesday, 10 Dec 2003 11:04:29 -0500
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Date:           Wednesday, 10 Dec 2003 08:51:29 -0500
Subject: 14.2316 When Henry Rallied Troops for One Last Stand
Comment:        Re: SHK 14.2316 When Henry Rallied Troops for One Last Stand

>When Henry rallied troops for one last stand
>Evoking honor calling God to heel
>Who really won I think the Dead Fat Man
>Whose only wish was one more merry meal
>In what does loss or victory consist
>Why victory is life devoid of lies
>Defeat's the denouement no lie can twist
>No matter how hard anybody tries
>The borders of the Bard's mind now we reach
>Beyond he and the Carpenter walk free
>Past where old faiths lie spent on Dover Beach
>I think I hear them singing let it be
>And in such odd convergences begin
>To win the war that always was within
>
>-- Stephen Rose

Thogh I be shaped in the wast as well
As Harry Bayley or a chapel bel,
I nam nat ded ne mo than ye nor he,
But onely am to slowe of fote pardee
To yaf anouther walkand tour of Fraunce
The banere of ungentil freends t'avaunce.
With tablets of grene felds I founde my way
To Winsore wher with Shalow I did stay.
Anon he rouned me, for I had sleyd
Oon der of hys and thither leve it bled.
Tho Maister Payge me harb

 

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