Henry V ACT III, SCENE I. France. Before Harfleur. Alarm. Enter KING HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD, GLOUCESTER, [and Soldiers, with] scaling-ladders. K. Hen. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility; ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest English, Whose blood is fet from fathers of warproof! Fathers that, like so many Alexanders, Have in these parts from morn till even fought, And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument. Dishonour not your mothers; now attest That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game 's afoot! Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry, "God for Harry! England and Saint George!" ACT IV, SCENE III. The English camp. Enter GLOUCESTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, ERPINGHAM, with all his host: SALISBURY and WESTMORELAND. Glou. Where is the King? Bed. The King himself is rode to view their battle. West. Of fighting men they have full three-score thousand. Exe. There's five to one; besides, they all are fresh. Sal. God's arm strike with us! 't is a fearful odds. God be wi' you, princes all; I'll 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, And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu! Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury, and And yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour. [Exit Salisbury.] Bed. He is as full of valour as of kindness, Princely in both. Enter the KING. West. O that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England That do no work to-day! 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 God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires; But if it be a sin to covet honour, 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 com pany 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, Will stand a tip-toe when this 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 rememb'red. 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 to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. Re-enter SALISBURY. Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed. The French are bravely in their battles set, And will with all expedience charge on us. K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds be so. West. Perish the man whose mind is backward now! K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from England, coz? West. God's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle! K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five thousand men, Which likes me better than to wish us one. You know your places. God be with you all! Tucket. Enter MONTJOY. Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, King Harry, If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, Before thy most assured overthrow; in mercy, The Constable desires thee thou wilt mind Thy followers of repentance; that their souls May make a peaceful and a sweet retire From off these fields, where, wretches, their poor bodies Must lie and fester. K. Hen. Who hath sent thee now? 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 lion's skin While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting him. A many of our bodies shall no doubt Find native graves, upon the which, I trust, |