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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: James D. Mardock
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Henry V (Modern, Folio)


2236.1

[4.3]

Enter Gloucester, Bedford, Exeter, Erpingham with all his host, Salisbury, and Westmorland.
2240Gloucester Where is the king?
Bedford The king himself is rode to view their battle.
Westmorland Of fighting men they have full threescore thousand.
2245Exeter There's five to one, besides they all are fresh.
Salisbury God's arm strike with us! 'Tis a fearful odds.
God b'wi'you, princes all. I'll to my charge.
If we no more meet till we meet in heaven,
Then joyfully, my noble lord of Bedford,
2250My dear lord Gloucester, and my good lord Exeter,
And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu.
Bedford Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee.
2255Exeter [To Salisbury] Farewell, kind lord. Fight valiantly today.
And yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it,
For thou art framed of the firm truth of valor.
[Exit Salisbury.]
Bedford He is as full of valor as of kindness,
Princely in both.
Enter the King.
Westmorland
Oh, that we now had here
2260But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work today.
King Henry
What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmorland? No, my fair cousin,
If we are marked to die, we are enough
2265To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honor.
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.
2270It earns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honor,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
2275God's peace, I would not lose so great an honor
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. Oh, do not wish one more.
Rather proclaim it, Westmorland, through my host
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
2280Let 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 called the feast of Crispian.
2285He that outlives this day and comes safe home
Will stand a tiptoe when this day is named
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall see this day and live old age
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors
2290And say, "Tomorrow is Saint Crispian."
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
2295Familiar in his mouth as household words --
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester --
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
This story shall the good man teach his son,
2300And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be rememberèd,
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.
For he today that sheds his blood with me
2305Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition.
And gentlemen in England now abed,
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
2310That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Enter Salisbury.
Salisbury My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed.
The French are bravely in their battles set
And will with all expedience charge on us.
2315King Henry All things are ready if our minds be so.
Westmorland Perish the man whose mind is backward now.
King Henry Thou dost not wish more help from England, coz?
Westmorland God's will, my liege, would you and I alone
2320Without more help could fight this royal battle!
King Henry Why, now thou hast unwished five thousand men,
Which likes me better than to wish us one. --
You know your places. God be with you all.
Tucket. Enter Montjoy.
2325Montjoy Once more I come to know of thee, King Harry,
If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound
Before thy most assurèd overthrow,
For certainly thou art so near the gulf
Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy
2330The 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.
2335King Henry
Who hath sent thee now?
Montjoy The Constable of France.
King Henry 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?
2340The man that once did sell the lion's skin
While the beast lived, was killed 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.
2345And those that leave their valiant bones in France,
Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills,
They shall be famed, for there the sun shall greet them
And draw their honors reeking up to heaven,
Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime,
2350The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France.
Mark then abounding valor in our English,
That being dead, like to the bullets crazing,
Break out into a second course of mischief,
Killing in relapse of mortality.
2355Let me speak proudly: tell the constable
We are but warriors for the working day.
Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirched
With rainy marching in the painful field.
There's not a piece of feather in our host --
2360Good argument, I hope, we will 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
2365The 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 ransom then
Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labor.
2370Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald.
They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints,
Which if they have as I will leave 'em them,
Shall yield them little. Tell the constable.
Montjoy I shall, King Harry. And so fare thee well.
2375Thou never shalt hear herald any more.
Exit.
King Henry I fear thou wilt once more come for a ransom.
Enter York.
York [Kneeling] My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg
2380The leading of the vanguard.
King Henry Take it, brave York. -- Now soldiers, march away,
And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day.
Exeunt.