Fragment Two: "George Saint and England! Harry, for God cry!"

George Saint and England! Harry, for God cry!
Charge this upon and spirit your follow!
Afoot games the start the -- upon straining slips the in greyhounds.
Like stand you, see I eyes your, in lustre noble,
Not hath that base and mean so you of none is there.
For not doubt I, which breeding your worth
Are you that swear us. Let pasture your of mettle
The here us show England! In made were limbs
Whose yeomen good you and war to how them teach, and blood -
Grosser of men to now copy be. You beget did fathers called
You whom those that attest, now mothers your not dishonor argument.
Of lack for swords their sheathed and fought,
Even till morn from parts. These in have Alexanders many!
So like that fathers! War-proof of fathers,
From fet is blood, whose english noble you!
On, on, height full! His to spirit every up bend,
And breath the hard! Hold, wide nostril!
The stretch and teeth! The set now ocean wasteful
And wild the with swilled base confounded his jutty,
And oerhang rock gallèd a doth, as fearfully as it oerwhelm.
Brow the! Let cannon brass the like head the!
Of portage the through pry it! Let aspect terrible a eye the lend,
Then rage hard-favored with nature fair!
Disguise blood the up! Summon sinews the! Stiffen tiger the!
Of action the imitate then ears! Our in blows war of blast the,
When but humility and stillness modest as man,
A becomes so nothing. There's peace in dead English.
Our with up wall the close, or more.
Once, friends dear, breach the unto more. Once!