Posted on 05/28/2012 12:16:28 PM PDT by Ge0ffrey
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 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 St. Crispin’s day.
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St Crispin’s Day is celebrated on Oct 25.
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 called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
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 Crispin’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 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 remember’d;
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 accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
Now winter’s cloak has covered all
Snow on the briars and trees so tall
Forget not the pledge we made in May
We were to wed on St. Crispin’s Day
(Chorus:)
Oh what made our love go astray
We were to marry on St. Crispin’s Day
Now the redwing has crossed our shores
Robin is feeding on hips and haws
Let not your love turn wintery too
Icy as the seasons do
(Chorus)
Now all the autumn leaves are shed
Hedgehog’s asleep in mossy bed
The cold winds have blown my hopes away
And left me forlorn on St. Crispin’s Day
- Amazing Blondel
Some might prefer Olivier, but I would choose Kenneth Branaugh:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAvmLDkAgAM
This is searchable .
I found my surname , with Henry in 1415 , 3 times.
Under Humphrey , Duke of Gloucester. Two were archers and one a man at arms
http://www.icmacentre.ac.uk/soldier/database/search.php
Fantastic movie.
“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...” I love this line.
"I think he's wonderful".
Interesting database. Just for fun, I searched the surname “Fletcher” — lots of entries ... and oddly enough ... they all seem to be archers. (How could they be anything else??)
Hell yeah! I hoped someone would catch it.
Wow! Thx for that.
Thank you
Really cool. I found my surname and another family surname from my family tree on my father’s side. Found them both.
I found a bunch with my last name. Apparently they only had about 5 male first names in the whole country.
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