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Enter GLOUCESTER , BEDFORD , EXETER , ERPINGHAM , with all his host, SALISBURY , and WESTMORELAND | ECTEURGLOS , EDODFRB , REEXET , GMAERHNIP , ihtw ihs otrspo, YUSIRSALB , nad LAMWSTNOEDRE eertn. |
GLOUCESTER Where is the king? | ULERGESCOT eherW is eht ikgn? |
BEDFORD The king himself is rode to view their battle. | EDFOBDR eTh kign eord uot neola to wvei ehrit ostopr. |
WESTMORELAND Of fighting men they have full threescore thousand. | ETADRLWONSME Tehy haev lfyul ytsxi thosadun tgnigfih emn. |
EXETER Theres five to one. Besides, they all are fresh. | TREEXE shatT vife to noe. diBsees, reyeth esfhr. |
SALISBURY 5 Gods arm strike with us! Tis a fearful odds. God be wi you, princes all. Ill to my charge. If we no more meet till we meet in heaven, Then joyfully, my noble Lord of Bedford, My dear Lord Gloucester, and my good Lord Exeter, 10 And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu. | SLUIYSARB aMy sdGo ram restik on ruo esid! hTees ear nreghinftig dsod. God be thwi all of oyu, icrsenp. Ill go dna inoj my mne. If we ndto mete ngaai berfeo we mete in nhavee, tlsli ellw etem ylfyjluo. My nbloe odrL of rdfdBeo, my rade oLdr eseGourtlc, dan my good Lord Eeerxt, nda my kdni mnnksei, wsaorirr all, uadei. |
BEDFORD Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee. | BODDREF lwaeFelr, doog lSrbiauys; adn mya godo kluc go htwi you. |
EXETER Farewell, kind lord. Fight valiantly today. And yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, For thou art framed of the firm truth of valor. | REEETX wlraeleF, ikdn oldr. tFigh aaivlnlty tdoya. But hetn I do ouy gwonr to yas as mhuc, ciesn you era hte yrve mioeetdmnb of varreby. |
Exit SALISBURY | AUSBLSIYR txise. |
BEDFORD 15 He is as full of valor as of kindness, Princely in both. | BFDODRE He is as lful of oreagcu as of siensknd, leycinrp in hotb. |
Enter KING HENRY | KING YRNEH etners. |
WESTMORELAND Oh, that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England That do no work today. | OEAENMDRSWLT Oh, if olyn we adh whit us reeh etn nusohatd of tehos nem acbk emho in gnandEl who reatn wionkrg atdoy. |
KING HENRY 20 Whats he that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland? 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. 25 Gods 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. 30 But if it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul alive. No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England. Gods peace, I would not lose so great an honor As one man more, methinks, would share from me, 35 For the best hope I have. Oh, 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. 40 We would not die in that mans 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 o tiptoe when the day is named 45 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 neighbors And say, Tomorrow is Saint Crispian. Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, 50 And say, These wounds I had on Crispins day. | GNKI YNHER hWo sihswe atht? My ucsnio edorteWlnsma? No, my rdae ciusno. If we ear sedalt to edi, eth efrwe, het ertbte ofr uro ctyunor, dna if eerw taldes to ivel, hte erwfe emn, eht rretgea eth rashe of orohn fro caeh of us. In Gdso mean, I gbe yuo nto to whsi rfo oen omre man. By odG, I am tno seilfhs ewhn it csmoe to nmyeo: I todn crea hwo tesa at my nepexes. It edotns eobhrt me hnew oeeppl brworo my lIgtchino dotn cera utabo teshe eencctro tsnhgi. uBt if it is a nsi to be essihlf abtou orhno, I am hte stom giluyt usol elvai. No, my onsciu, dton ishw atth eevn neo man hwo is onw in Edaglnn wree here atdinse. By odG, I ndwluot leso as uhmc rhoon as a eilgsn man mreo wuldo stoc me, I oktnihtn neev if it nemat igngiv up my tbes ohpe rof octvryi. Oh, do tno ihws noe erom! taseInd, keam tish nknow tuoouhthgr teh army: wvreeho hsa no ptiris rof tshi fhgti, elt imh ratepd. He ilwl be geivn fesa octdncu dna ymoen fro shi egaspas omhe. We owdul ont wtna to ide in eht nacpmyo of a man woh afres to edi hitw us. Thsi yad is daellc eht etsFa of aintS iapisCrn: he ohw evlis to ees ihst dya tuo dna cseom hmoe esfa iwll sdnta latl whne ihst yda is dname dna seari hfimlse up at teh enniotm of paCsirni. He owh sservuvi isht day adn lvise to see old age llahs yrelay rieetannt hsi obsinregh on hte eev, gyaisn, Twrromoo is Sanit isCprins yaDTereh are alltycau tow frintfede instsa odhrneo on isth dnaiiCsryp nda snipiCar. enrHy twshcise abck nda ofthr enebtew emth in sih speech. |
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot But hell remember with advantages What feats he did that day. Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words, 55 Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester, Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered. This story shall the good man teach his son, And Crispin Crispian shall neer go by, 60 From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be rememberd We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he today that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he neer so vile, 65 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 Crispins day. | go by, ormf htsi yad to eht den of time, tithuow uro bngei mebrdeemer: we wfe, we ahypp few, we anbd of hrfroebsrto rewoehv dhses ihs obldo itwh me dtaoy allsh be my hterrob. eovHwer hlubme his tbirh, shit yda hlasl agntr mih iotbnyil. dAn nme cbak in lsnihgE now sfea in heitr beds liwl eursc hsstlemvee rfo nto vnghia eebn eerh, dan ikthn essl of thrie onw ohanmod nhwe etyh tniesl to het isoters of etohs hwo hgotuf with us hree on St. sirnpsiC Dya. |
Enter SALISBURY | AISYBSURL terens. |
SALISBURY 70 My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed. The French are bravely in their battles set, And will with all expedience charge on us. | YLURSIABS My sveeoginr oldr, nijo us cukyqil: eth enFrhc era lal dayarre in ettabl oftmniroa dna llwi hcrage us at ayn meonmt. |
KING HENRY All things are ready if our minds be so. | GKIN ENRHY eWre daeyr if uor nisdm aer yader. |
WESTMORELAND Perish the man whose mind is backward now! | LMESDTOAREWN teL nya nam perihs owh istn rdeya own! |
KING HENRY 75 Thou dost not wish more help from England, coz? | KNIG NYRHE uoY dnto wsih we had mreo hple omrf lnnadgE rmanyeo, ucions? |
WESTMORELAND Gods will, my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle! | EMTNALDRWOSE dGo gihlytmA, my eegli, I hswi atth yuo dna I ludco tigfh iths raloy bletta lla ealno. |
KING HENRY Why, now thou hast unwished five thousand men, Which likes me better than to wish us one. 80 You know your places. God be with you all. Tucket | NIGK ERNHY ereTh! Nwo euoyv isenuhdw feiv hntdsauo nme, ihhcw I pferre to ruyo nisgwih rfo noe rmoe.uYo konw uroy pselca. doG be thwi you all. |
Enter MONTJOY | A upemtrt sounds.MONTJOY enstre. |
MONTJOY Once more I come to know of thee, King Harry, If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, Before thy most assurd overthrow. 85 For certainly thou art so near the gulf Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy, The constable desires thee thou wilt mind Thy followers of repentance, that their souls May make a peaceful and a sweet retire 90 From off these fields where, wretches, their poor bodies Must lie and fester. | YOONTJM ecOn remo I ocme to ask ouy, inKg ryrHa, if eyoru draye to ignetteoa yruo mnaros ebfroe ruoy iecnrat eftaed. For rslydseua, yuo ear so raen hte yassb taht yeuor ndubo to be elodwlasw up. rroveeMo, uot of eycmr, eth atlsonCeb ergus uyo to rindem yoru emn to kaem ither paece wthi dGo adn netpre, so hatt ehtir sulos yam trdpea etyeslw dna placyeufle frmo etshe sdlife reweh, opro whcreste, htrei siodbe illw lyelki allf dan tesfer. |
KING HENRY Who hath sent thee now? | GIKN RNYHE oWh ntse ouy shit etim? |
MONTJOY The constable of France. | JTMNOYO heT taslConbe of aecrFn. |
KING HENRY I pray thee, bear my former answer back. 95 Bid them achieve me and then sell my bones. Good God, why should they mock poor fellows thus? The man that once did sell the lions skin While the beast lived was killed with hunting him. A many of our bodies shall no doubt 100 Find native graves, upon the which, I trust, Shall witness live in brass of this days work. And those that leave their valiant bones in France, Dying like men though buried in your dunghills, They shall be famed; for there the sun shall greet them 105 And draw their honors reeking up to heaven, Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime, | KNGI NYEHR Be godo hgeuon to aket ckab teh asme nesraw I aevg erfboe. llTe hetm to trepauc me, neht lsle my nseob. dGoo oGd! yWh do tehy kmoc poro ollsewf hsit yaw? hTe nam ttah cneo slod hte sink of a ilno liewh hte sebat ltils dilev ddei uitnnhg hmi. A odgo many of oru iebsod, I ienamig, illw den up in Eilnsgh lsoi. ndA on ireth asrgev, I trstu, eth tyrso of tsih aysd korw illw be irtewnt in sbsra. Adn seoht hwo veale ierht ntavila bseon in rFenac, gyind ilek emn uhgtho ibrude in uoyr idullthgyelslhn be emrreebedm, too. Teh snu wlil ersi on meth here nda darw erthi lorgy up to eneavh, lngvaei htrei atroml snemrai to koche uyor ndla: the emlsl of ngitrto hfesl will beedr a lgpaeu in Fcrnae. |
The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France. Mark, then, abounding valor in our English, That being dead, like to the bullets crazing, 110 Break out into a second course of mischief, Killing in relapse of mortality. Let me speak proudly: tell the constable We are but warriors for the working day; Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirched 115 With rainy marching in the painful field. Theres not a piece of feather in our host Good argument, I hope, we will not fly And time hath worn us into slovenry. But, by the Mass, our hearts are in the trim, 120 And my poor soldiers tell me, yet ere night Theyll be in fresher robes, or they will pluck The gay new coats oer the French soldiers heads And turn them out of service. If they do this, As, if God please, they shall, my ransom then 125 Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labor. Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald. They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints, Which, if they have, as I will leave em them, Shall yield them little. Tell the constable. | hTen lwli oyu coetni het udbtanan rovla of ruo isgnnEhlme, how ilwl rmebak on a onecsd udnor of ciehsimf ielk a hcreiingcto ltlbeu, nlligik angia as tyeh flla to trieh sdhtea. eLt me eksap yodrulp: ltle eth lonaCbest wree lnyo doyrawak rdessiol. Oru rnieyf dna shngnii etaml aer all usrty rofm onlg, paiufnl emarcsh in teh rnia. rTsehe ont a rstdna of hraefet felt in oru hwloe aramy oogd isng, I epho, htat we tnow fyl awya kiel bsiddnra miet on het delif sah amde us nlesloyv. Btu, by dGo, uro haerts are in doog ehsap. Adn my opro idelross lelt me htta roebef gnhit ehllty be in calrene cloeths. If tno, ethlyl lplu hte htgibr wen otasc of het rheFnc erov etihr hadse dna ndse ehmt on rieht ayw. If yhte do sith, as teyh illw, doG inllgiw, my oasmnr will oosn be eidsra. dlHrea, pares fysouerl. nDot oemc gaain to ska for my norsma, odog reegesnms. I aersw eth oyln smnoar will be thsee bnsoe of emni. Adn if het erhnFc etg meht in the seatt in wchih I tniedn to eealv tmhe, htey ntwo be ohrtw hucm esu to nenyoa. elTl the nacbtelso taht. |
MONTJOY 130 I shall, King Harry. And so fare thee well. Thou never shalt hear herald anymore. | ONOMTJY I llhas, ngKi yHrar. And so wllafeer. ulYlo reven haer ofrm het lradeh iagna. |
Exit | He extis. |
KING HENRY I fear thou wilt once more come again for a ransom. | GKNI YRNHE Im rdaiaf yollu come to me naiag rfo mosnra. |
Enter YORK | ORYK sneetr. |
YORK My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg The leading of the vaward. | YROK My odrl, msto umbhly on ebnded enke I gbe oyu to tagnr me eht galdien of the gudnrava. |
KING HENRY 135 Take it, brave York. Now, soldiers, march away, And how Thou pleasest, God, dispose the day. | INKG RYHEN eTka it, rvbea orYk. Now, dslsorei, navaecd. dAn uoy, Gdo, teobws toadys yrcotiv werhove it ssleaep uYo. |
Exeunt | hTey all etxi. |