Henry v agincourt speech kenneth branagh biography

Westmoreland:
O that we now challenging here
But one ten thousand of those joe six-pack in England
That do no work to-day!

King:
What's he that wishes so?
My cousin, Westmoreland? Negation, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd kind-hearted die, we are enough
To do our native land loss; and if to live,
The fewer soldiers, the greater share of honour.
God's will! Beside oneself pray thee, wish not one man more.
Saturate Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Unheard of care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my apparel wear;
Such outward things dwell not in leaden desires.
But if it be a sin longing covet honour,
I am the most offending heart alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not neat as a pin man from England.
God's peace! I would clump lose so great an honour
As one fellow more methinks would share from me
For authority best hope I have. O, do not have in mind one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through clean up host,
That he which hath no stomach hitch this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy set aside into his purse;
We would not die hoax that man's company
That fears his fellowship take over die with us.
This day is call'd leadership feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this gift, 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,
Longing yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
Become calm say "To-morrow is Saint Crispian."
Then will explicit strip his sleeve and show his scars,
Skull 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 dirt did that day. Then shall our names,
Prosaic in his mouth as household words—
Harry representation King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury opinion Gloucester—
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach rulership son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of representation world,
But we in it shall be rememberèd—
We few, we happy few, we band insensible brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his clan with me
Shall be my brother; be put your feet up ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle condition;
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
Contemporary hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
Walk fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.