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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 friends,

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 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, to-day that sheds his blood with me,
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition :'

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of Crispian:] The battle of Agincourt was fought upon the 25th of October, St. Crispin's day.

with advantages,] Old men, notwithstanding the natural forgetfulness of age, shall remember their feats of this day, and remember to tell them with advantage. Age is commonly boastful, and inclined to magnify past acts and past times. Johnson.

8 From this day to the ending -] It may be observed that we are apt to promise to ourselves a more lasting memory than the changing state of human things admits. This prediction is not verified; the feast of Crispin passes by without any mention of Agincourt. Late events obliterate the former: the civil wars have left in this nation scarcely any tradition of more ancient history.

gentle his condition :] This day shall advance him to the rank of a gentleman. JOHNSON,


And gentlemen in England, now a-bed,
Shall think themselves accurs’d, they were not

here; And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day."

Enter SALISBURY. Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with

speed: The French are bravely in their battles set, And will with all expedience charge on us.

K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds be so. West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward

now! K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from

England, cousin West. God's will, my liege, 'would you and I

alone, Without more help, might fight this battle out!

K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five thou

sand men;

Which likes me better, than to wish us one.
You know your places : God be with you all!

Tucket. Enter MONTJOY.
Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, king

If for thy ransome thou wilt now compound,

King Henry V. inhibited any person but such as had a right by inheritance, or grant, to assume coats of arms, except those who fought with him at the battle of Agincourt; and, I think, these last were allowed

the chief seats of honour at all feasts and publick meetings. TOLLET.

- upon Saint Crispin's day.] This speech, like many others of the declamatory kind, is too long. Had it been contracted to about half the number of lines, it might have gained force, and lost none of the sentiments. JOHNSON.

Before thy most assured overthrow :
For, certainly thou art so near the gulf,
Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy,
The constable desires thee-thou wilt mind?
Thy followers of repentance ; that their souls
May make a peaceful and a sweet retire
From off these fields, where (wretches) their poor

bodies Must lie and fester. K. Hen.

Who hath sent thee now? Mont. The Constable of France.

K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer back; Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. Good God! why should they mock poor fellows thus? The man, that once did sell the lion's skin While the beast liv’d, was kill'd with hunting him. A many of our bodies shall, no doubt, Find native graves ; upon the which, I trust, Shall witness live in brass of this day's work: And those that leave their valiant bones in France, Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills, They shall be fam’d; for there the sun shall greet


And draw their honours reeking up to heaven;
Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime,
The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France.
Mark then a bounding valour in our English;
That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing,
Break out into a second course of mischief,
Killing in relapse of mortality,
Let me speak proudly ;—Tell the Constable,
We are but warriors for the working-day :-



mind] i. e. remind.

in brass --] i. e. in brazen plates anciently let into tomb-stones. 4-warriors for the working-day :) We are soldiers but coarsely dressed; we have not on our holiday apparel.

Our gayness, and our gilt,' are all besmirch'd
With rainy marching in the painful field;
There's not a piece of feather in our host,
(Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly,)
And time hath worn us into slovenry :
But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim :
And my poor soldiers tell me-yet ere night
They'll be in fresher robes; or they will pluck
The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads,
And turn them out of service. If they do this,
(As, if God please, they shall,) my ransome then
Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour;
Come thou no more for ransome, gentle herald ;
They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints :
Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them,
Shall yield them little, tell the Constable.

Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee well: Thou never shalt hear herald any more. [Exit. K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more come again for


Enter the Duke of YORK. York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg The leading of the vaward. K. Hen. Take it, brave York.- Now, soldiers,

march away : And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!


5our gilt,] i. e. golden show, superficial gilding. Obsolete.


The Field of Battle.

Alarums: Excursions. Enter French Soldier,

PISTOL, and Boy. Pist. Yield, cur.

Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme de bonne qualité.

Pist. Quality, call you me?-Construe me, art thou a gentleman? What is thy name ? discuss.

Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu !

Pist. O, signieur Dew should be a gentleman:Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, and mark; O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox, Except, O signieur, thou do give to me Egregious ransome.

Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde! ayez pitié de moy!

Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty moys; For I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat, In drops of crimson blood.

Fr. Sol. Est il impossible d'eschapper la force de ton bras?

Pist. Brass, cur !
Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat,
Offer'st me brass?

Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy!

Pist. Say'st thou me so ? is that a ton of moys ? Come hither, boy; Ask me this slave in French, What is his name.

Boy. Escoutez ; Comment estes vous appellé ?


a sword.

thou diest on point of fox,] Fox is an old cant word for

luxurious mountain goat,] Luxurious means lascivious. - a ton of moys?] Moy is a piece of money; whence moi d'or, or moi of gold.



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