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no my fair cousin if we are marked to

die we are enough to 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 rather proclaim it

Westmoreland through my host that he

which hath no stomach to this fight let

him depart his past for children 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

he and outlives this day and comes safe

home will stand at 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 neighbours and say tomorrow is

Saint Crispin's then will he strip his

sleeve and show his scars and say these

wounds I had on Crispin's day old men

forget it all shall be forgot but he'll

remember with advantages what feats he

did that day then till our names

familiar in their mouths as household

words Harry the King Bedford and Exeter

what I can't all but Salisbury and

Gloucester 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 today 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 Abed shall

think themselves accursed they were not

here and hold their manhoods cheap

whiles any speaks that fought with us

upon Saint Crispin's day

my sovereign Lord bestow yourself with

speed

the French are bravely in their battle

set and will with all expedient march

upon us all things are ready of our

minds fish o foolish the man whose mind

is backward now that does not wish more

help from England cos God's will my

liege

would you and I alone without more help

could fight this royal battle you know

your places God be with you all

once more I come to know the king

Harrier but I ransom that what now

compound before they must assure it

overthrow who has sent me now but

comfortable of France

I pray thee bear my former answer back

bid them achieve me and then sell my

bones

God God why should they mock poor

fellows thus let me speak proudly tell

the constable we are but warriors for

the working day our gayness and I do not

all besmirched with rainy marching in

the painful field but by the mass our

hearts are in the trim peddled save that

I labor come bow no more for ransom

gentle Herald they shall have none I

swear but these my join if they have as

I shall leave him them shall yield them

little elder constable

I shall King Harry and so fare thee well

thou never shalt hear handled anymore

my lord most humbly on my knee I beg the

leading of the bar would take it

brave milk no soldiers march away and

how thou please s the god dispose the

day