What's he that wishes so? Flashcards
K. Hen. 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,
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.
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;
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:
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.
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
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:
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,
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:
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.
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,
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.
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,
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, ‘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,