[SIZE=+1]WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] But one ten thousand of those men in England[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] That do no work to-day![/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1]KING. What's he that wishes so?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] If we are mark'd to die, we are enow[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] To do our country loss; and if to live,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] The fewer men, the greater share of honour.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] It yearns me not if men my garments wear;[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] Such outward things dwell not in my desires.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] But if it be a sin to covet honour,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] I am the most offending soul alive.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] As one man more methinks would share from me[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more![/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] That he which hath no stomach to this fight,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] Let him depart; his passport shall be made,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] And crowns for convoy put into his purse;[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] We would not die in that man's company[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] That fears his fellowship to die with us.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] And rouse him at the name of Crispian.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] He that shall live this day, and see old age,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] But he'll remember, with advantages,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] Familiar in his mouth as household words-[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] This story shall the good man teach his son;[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] From this day to the ending of the world,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] But we in it shall be remembered-[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] For he to-day that sheds his blood with me[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] This day shall gentle his condition;[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] And gentlemen in England now-a-bed[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1] That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.[/SIZE]
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Always good to commemorate crushing victories over the French but we were lucky the French forces didn't have a squad of striking farmers in their ranks or that road to Calais would have remained closed.
Read an interesting article in the French press suggesting that while they ignore Waterloo as if it never happened the French tend to acknowledge their defeat at Agincourt as being the birth of a resistance movement that lead to the reinstatement of a unified monarchy within a further decade.
War and terror is deep rooted in our species and our only advancement in the last 600 is weaponry. Mentality is generally pretty much the same but I guess we don't live long enough to learn from it.
Battle of crecy was a similar English victory around the same time which doesn't get the same headlines. We seem sympathetic about Joan of Ark, who was on the other side, which seems a contradiction really.
Hi, reading book by Bernard Cornwall , called Azincourt , re the battle of Agincourt brill read , just love stories about the long bow and what a weapon it was for the English archer.