KING. 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.
— The St. Crispin’s Day Speech, Henry V, William Shakespeare
Happy St. Crispin’s Day! We take a brief break from our library adventures to point you to a handful of digital resources for today, the 600th anniversary of the Battle of Agincourt.
First, check out Twitter, specifically the hashtag #Agincourt600. Many institutions in England, including the Royal Palaces, the British Museum, and the Royal Armouries are “tweeting the day.” Its a newer trend on Twitter for big anniversaries of historic events. Museums will ‘live tweet’ the event as though they were there, bring some of the immediacy of a modern newscast to historic events. I particularly loved the ‘live tweet’ of the anniversary of World War I, starting with the 100th anniversary of the assassination of the Archduke Franz Ferdinand. There’s also a number of interesting articles out there too.
Second, check out this write up on a digital exhibit from the Royal Armouries. There are copies of important paintings, examples of historic armour, and even a Carol written specifically to commemorate the battle. To be honest, you should just go read their whole blog, right up to today. Lots of good information on the battle as well as how the commemoration is working for this museum.
Third, The Telegraph has a nice, short summary of Agincourt in culture. Helpful for those who want to go beyond Shakespeare.
Finally, I leave you with Sir Laurence Olivier’s take on the St. Crispin’s day speech.