Band of Brother speech from Henry V by William Shakespeare
b"Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\\n\\nGiving voice to the poetry of the past.\\n\\n---------------------------------------------------\\n\\nfrom Henry V\\n\\nby William Shakespeare \\n \\nKING. What's he that wishes so? \\nMy cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin; \\nIf we are mark'd to die, we are enow \\nTo do our country loss; and if to live, \\nThe fewer men, the greater share of honour. \\nGod's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. \\nBy Jove, I am not covetous for gold, \\nNor care I who doth feed upon my cost; \\nIt yearns me not if men my garments wear; \\nSuch outward things dwell not in my desires. \\nBut if it be a sin to covet honour, \\nI am the most offending soul alive. \\nNo, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England. \\nGod's peace! I would not lose so great an honour \\nAs one man more methinks would share from me \\nFor the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! \\nRather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, \\nThat he which hath no stomach to this fight, \\nLet him depart; his passport shall be made, \\nAnd crowns for convoy put into his purse; \\nWe would not die in that man's company \\nThat fears his fellowship to die with us. \\nThis day is call'd the feast of Crispian. \\nHe that outlives this day, and comes safe home, \\nWill stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, \\nAnd rouse him at the name of Crispian. \\nHe that shall live this day, and see old age, \\nWill yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, \\nAnd say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.' \\nThen will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, \\nAnd say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.' \\nOld men forget; yet all shall be forgot, \\nBut he'll remember, with advantages, \\nWhat feats he did that day. Then shall our names, \\nFamiliar in his mouth as household words- \\nHarry the King, Bedford and Exeter, \\nWarwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester- \\nBe in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red. \\nThis story shall the good man teach his son; \\nAnd Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, \\nFrom this day to the ending of the world, \\nBut we in it shall be remembered- \\nWe few, we happy few, we band of brother; \\nFor he to-day that sheds his blood with me \\nShall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, \\nThis day shall gentle his condition; \\nAnd gentlemen in England now-a-bed \\nShall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, \\nAnd hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks \\nThat fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day!"