My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
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;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live 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.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day
7 comments:
I love St. Crispin. There is a society of combat Marines, the St. Crispin society.
You know someone who quotes Henry V, now don't you?
(25 October, 1415)
English Comp, we had to do a compare and contrast using this Shakespeare piece along with Patton's speech prior to D-Day.
Good times.
Mary - Of course there is!
My Marine - I don't actually recall that happening last week. There was Kipling at the bar....then there was a lot of verbal harrassment in regard to my lack of knowledge when it came to WWII era German history.
Tom - Did Patton win?
You have heard me quote the St Crispin's Day speech a bunch of times. Even last week, at Mary's house, when discussing someone who was a hell-raiser.
"Be he ne'er so vile, this day shall gentle his condition..."
And yes, plenty of Kipling.
Be nice or I'll make you blush....right out here in the blog
Patton's participation in D'Day was limited to his "secret" to address the troops before they were to head off for Normandy.
It is the speech that begins the movie Patton (the movie leaves a lot of the colorful language out) but cool none the less.
The speech: http://www.pattonhq.com/speech.html
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