What's he that wishes so?
[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]