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thumper 25-Jul-12, 12:35	It's time again ... to honor my brothers: 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 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.
changeling 25-Jul-12, 19:31	Shakespeare's 'Henry 5th'. Great speech after the battle of Agincourt (France), but still fictional.
mrmarmalade 25-Jul-12, 20:01	Deleted by mrmarmalade on 25-Jul-12, 20:40.
changeling 25-Jul-12, 20:52	Oops! 'before'.
mrmarmalade 25-Jul-12, 21:04	My assumption, is that Thumper is paying homage to friends/family who may have been killed in battle. What is it you're trying to express, Changeling?
changeling 25-Jul-12, 22:33	Nothing in particular mrmarmalade. But there may be a few out there who do not know where the quote came from. I do not in any way deride what thumper may or may not have been conveying. You seem to be taking umbrage with my posts in a couple of threads already! None of which could conceivably be taken to be inflammatory about the subject or the poster. If you have a problem with the way I post I will gladly leave the club and leave you to whatever it is you think it is for.
mrmarmalade 25-Jul-12, 22:42	Ugh... Good luck with this joint fellas. I'm out.
thumper 26-Jul-12, 05:46	You are right of course Mrmarmalade. Only a lib would think to mock and parse and qualify the post to his satisfaction. Mores the pity.

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