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Today, October 25, 2001 is the 586th anniversary of the battle of Agincourt. To commemorate this, I offer the following:

Earl of Westmoreland.

O, that we had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work today!

King Henry.

What’s he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland?- No my fair cousin:
If we are markt to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater the share of honor.
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 honor,
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 honor,
As one man more, methinks, would share from me,
For the best hope I have. O , do not wish one man 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 called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,
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 neighbors,
And say,’ Tomorrow is saint Crispian’:
Then he will strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say, ‘These wounds I had on Crispins 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 their mouths as household words, -
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster, -
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.
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 that today 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 thinks themselves accursed they were not here;
And hold their manhood cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.



I offer a toast to Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster.