tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35787493242183282662011-07-07T14:47:10.143-07:00Amynoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578749324218328266.post-35844237799922314782009-04-04T05:50:00.000-07:002009-07-13T09:48:31.948-07:00Westmoreland: O that we had here but one ten thousand of those men in England that do no work today!<br /><br />King Henry: What's he that wishes so, my cousin Westmoreland?--No, my fair cousin: if we are marked to die,<br /> we are enow to do our country loss; and if to live, the fewer men the greater share of honour. <br />God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. <br />By Jove, I am not covetous for gold; nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; it yearns me not if men my garments wear; <br />such outward things dwell not in my desires: <br />but if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. <br />No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: God's peace! <br /> I would not lose so great an honour, as one man more, methinks, would share from me, for the best hope I have. <br /> O do not wish one more! <br /> Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host that he which hath no stomach to this fight, <br />let him depart; his passport shall be made, and crowns for convoy put into his purse: <br />we would not die in that man's company that fears his fellowship to die with us. <br />This day is call'd the feast of Crispian: he that outlives this day, and comes safe home, <br />will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd and rouse him at of Crispian. <br />He that will live to this day and see old age, will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, and say To-morrow is Saint Crispian: then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, and say, These wounds I had on Crispian's day.<br /> Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, but he'll remember with advantages what feats he did that day: <br />then shall our names, familiar in their mouths as household words,--Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwish and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,-- be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd,<br /> this story shall the good man teach his son; <br />and Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, from this day to the ending of the world. for we in it shall be remembered,<br /> --We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; for he to-day that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother; <br />be he ne'er so vile, this day shall gentle his condition:<br /> and gentlemen in England now a-bed shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, <br />and hold their manhoods cheap while any speaks that fought with us upon Saint Crispian's day.<br /><br />Salisbury: My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed: the French are bravely in their battles set and will all expedience charge on us.<br />K. Hen. All things are ready if our minds be so.<br />West. Perish the man whose mind is backward now!<br />K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from England, coz?<br />West. God's will! my liege, would you and I alone without more help, could fight this royal battle!<br />K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five thousand men; which likes me better than to wish us one,-- you know your places: God be with you all!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578749324218328266-3584423779992231478?l=shakespeare-quote.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amynoreply@blogger.com0