Henry V – Watch him but prance heeled in obedience



Canterbury compliments Henry V as an incredible man who is amazing at whatever he does. Even if he picked up new things, we would think him a master because he learns so quickly. It is surprising though because when he was young, Henry V was a rascal and partied all the time with his disreputable friends.

Hear him but reason in divinity,
And all-admiring with an inward wish
You would desire the king were made a prelate:
Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs,
You would say it hath been all in all his study:
List his discourse of war, and you shall hear
A fearful battle render’d you in music:
Turn him to any cause of policy,
The Gordian knot of it he will unloose,
Familiar as his garter: that, when he speaks,
The air, a charter’d libertine, is still,
And the mute wonder lurketh in men’s ears,
To steal his sweet and honey’d sentences;
So that the art and practic part of life
Must be the mistress to this theoric:
Which is a wonder how his grace should glean it,
Since his addiction was to courses vain,
His companies unletter’d, rude and shallow,
His hours fill’d up with riots, banquets, sports,
And never noted in him any study,
Any retirement, any sequestration
From open haunts and popularity.


Canterfurry is praising Henry the dog. Henry is incredibly well trained and his poop is firm and healthy. He can even run agility courses. It is quite amazing considering that when he was a puppy, he was a bad dog—getting into fights, eating human food, barking, and chewing everything he saw.

Watch him but prance heeled in obedience,
And all-admiring with and piercing stare,
You would desire the dog were made best in show:
Watch him listen to his Owner’s commands,
You would say it hath been all in all his training:
Touch his discourse of poo, and you shall feel
A healthy firm chunk render’d you in surprise:
Turn him to any course of obstacles,
The Gordian twist of it he will fly past,
Familiar as his backyard: that, when he comes,
The smell, an often libertine, is clear,
And pee holding wonder lurks in dog’s snouts,
To steal his sweet and honey’d aroma;
So that the grass and smelly part of park
Must be the mistress to this pungent musk:
Which makes heads cock how his grace should be so good,
Since his addiction was running away,
His companies unfixed, matted and growling,
His hours fill’d with fights, human food, claws,
And never noted in him any training,
Any devotion, any self-discipline
From pulling, begging, barking, chewing shoes.


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