The Feast of Saints Crispin and Crispinian

[Subdeacon Joe 23,285]

 

WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here

But one ten thousand of those men in England

That do no work to-day!

KING. What’s he that wishes so?

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 Crispin'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.

[Patagonia Pete 722]

Bravo +1 ... plus my favorite Hollywood rendition ... 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvFHRNGYfuo&ab_channel=Movieclips

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvFHRNGYfuo&ab_channel=Movieclips

 

[Subdeacon Joe 23,285]

3 minutes ago, Patagonia Pete said:

Bravo +1 ... plus my favorite Hollywood rendition ... 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvFHRNGYfuo&ab_channel=Movieclips

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvFHRNGYfuo&ab_channel=Movieclips

 

 

 

That is likely my favorite version of the St. Crispin's Day Speech.  But I'm also partial to:
 

 

[Alpo 5,831]

I'm pretty sure that this is my favorite version. Probably because this is the first time I recall hearing the speech, was in this movie.

 

 

[Rye Miles #13621 5,735]