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, Thefewer 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.
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