William Shakespeare quotes about war

“It was great pity, so it was,He would himself have been a soldier.”

“We must have bloody noses and crack'd crowns,And pass them current too. God's me, my horse!”

“The fire-eyed maid of smoky warAll hot and bleeding will we offer them.”

“Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better.”

“The arms are fair,When the intent of bearing them is just.”

“Our battle is more full of names than yours,Then reason will our hearts should be as good.”

“That I may truly say with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, I came, I saw, and overcame.”

“O war! thou son of hell,The name of valour.”

“Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;Or close the wall up with our English dead.”

“From camp to camp through the foul womb of nightThe hum of either army stilly sounds.”

“The armourers, accomplishing the knights,Give dreadful note of preparation.”

“There are few die well that die in a battle.”

“He which hath no stomach to this fight,Let him depart; his passport shall be made.”

“It is war's prize to take all vantage.”

“Sound trumpets! let our bloody colours wave!And either victory, or else a grave.”

“They shall have wars and pay for their presumption.”

“The cannons have their bowels full of wrath,Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls.”

“Now for the bare-pick'd bone of majestyAnd snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace.”

“Your breath first kindled the dead coal of warsWith that same weak wind which enkindled it.”

“I drew this gallant head of war,Even in the jaws of danger and of death.”

“When the hurly-burly's done,When the battle's lost and won.”

“Hang out our banners on the outward walls.”

“Blow, wind! come, wrack!At least we'll die with harness on our back.”

“Lay on, Macduff,And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!"”

“The bay-trees in our country all are wither'dThe other to enjoy by rage and war.”

“Let's march without the noise of threat'ning drum.”

“He is come to openThe purple testament of bleeding war.”

“Grim-visag'd war hath smoothed his wrinkled front.”

“Thus far into the bowels of the landHave we march'd without impediment.”

“Conscience avaunt, Richard's himself again:My soul's in arms, and eager for the fray.”

“Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,The usurping helmets of our adversaries.”

“Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen!Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!”

“And all the gods go with you! upon your swordBe strew'd before your feet!”

“All was lost,But that the heavens fought.”

“Give me the cups;The cannons to heavens, the heavens to earth.”

“Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge,Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war.”

“Follow thy drum;Then what should war be?”